Santa Fe was a great place to grow up in the 1950s/early 60s.
As a cub scout I danced around Zozobra, led by Jacques Cartier, the fire dancer. We were right under old man gloom, then moved back just aways as it was lit. History here: https://burnzozobra.com/all-about-zozobra/
I still grow my own heritage pueblo green chilis and roast them to get 15-20 lbs worth for my yearly supply.
My dad was born in Texico, NM and was a native because he was born in the front bedroom. Uncle Bill was a Texan because he was born in the back bedroom.
Along with Louisiana, New Mexico history and culture offers the sharpest contrast to Anglo and other European settlement.
I remember driving north on I-25 and seeing crowds of people traipsing along the side of the road.