Santa Fe is the ultimate meeting place if you're a rich hippy artist who loves turquoise, blue tortillas and the desert. Aka: PERFECT FOR ME! Minus the fact that I am not rich or an artist. But everything else was glorious. My only regret is that I forgot to take a picture of my campsite. I got a new tent in ABQ and broke it in in the mountains southeast of the city. It was fresh, and green, and beautiful. Also, Beirut was constantly in mind, and played on repeat on Ruby's stereo.