We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I hope so, anyway. Mrs. has already planned good ones in New Mexico. I hiked in the Four Corners decades ago, and plenty in Montana. What I do not enjoy is getting lost in wilderness with no cell. No more...must be getting older.
I'm hopeful that we'll find another good NYC urban hike this year, but where to, exactly? I'll leave that to Bulldog.
Anyway, after 12 miles of hiking in the wild parts of Provence, and thinking you have arrived only to find that you have another 4 miles over a mountain to get back to your village, it is just toughing it out. But then, finally, you throw down your daypack and have a French beer or two and maybe a smoke. Feels good.
I've lived in Santa Fe and nearby about 35 years. Definitely visit Colorado and Mesa Verde. The drive from Durango to Silverton to Ouray is breathtaking, quite literally. If the Mrs. is squeamish about death defying heights then you might check in with her beforehand, but that is one of the most splendid drives in North America.