The Road South by Will Mayo

The San Madres at day's end.

"I never thought I'd get cold in Mexico," I said.

"Yeah, it gets cold in the mountains," my father said.

A pause. Then:

"How much farther?"

"Two, maybe three days. Then we hit Mexico City."

"It's a long way's down," I said.

"A long ways, yeah," he said and grinned.

We headed in for a room and a bite to eat. The night came in strong, the darkness set in and we were on our way.