Chiles dangle from adobe homes. The views run for hundreds of miles. Puffy white clouds dodge between mesas and mountains. It may sound like a cheesy slogan, but I can vouch for The Land of Enchantment, New Mexico’s nickname since 1999. Ten years ago I drove through Albuquerque and Santa Fe. I was en route to Detroit and couldn’t stay long. One night in a hotel, a brief museum visit, and I hit the hills, but I vowed to go back and explore the landscape, history, culture and food. I finally returned for a week with my wife. We rented a car and circled northern New Mexico, hitting Los Alamos, Bandelier National Monument, Ojo Caliente, Taos
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