DEATH CARTS, A COW THREESOME AND AN INFLATABLE KAYAK MISHAP

Georgia O’Keeffe famously said, “If you ever go to New Mexico, it will itch you for the rest of your life.” That sentiment resonates with me now, but before moving here almost a year ago, I honestly hadn’t given the state much thought. Growing up in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado, four and a half hours to the north, I loosely associated the Land of Enchantment with hot-air balloons and tacky Kokopellis long before Breaking Bad started shaping perceptions of the Southwestern state.

But after a year and a half living in Philadelphia, followed by another year spent ambling around North America in our Scamp