The sun is bright, the dirt is sacred and the weed is dry 7,000 feet above sea level. Really dry. And every hit is harsh. Time stands still here. The land is challenging and mankind's presence is sparse. There's a lot of nothing and the vast stretch of space leaves you lonesome. Welcome to The Land of Enchantment: Santa Fe, New Mexico. Population: Who knows? Who cares? Google it. We'll be out in Taos running with the coyotes and lookin' for the jackalope. No gods, no newsfeed.