It was bitter cold on New Year's Day but we woke up at dawn to go to Taos Pueblo. We'd heard that the residents perform a traditional Native American dance, called the Turtle Dance. As we waited for the men to leave the kivas, my toes turned numb and I wondered how they would be able to stand the cold for hours at a time. They were shirtless and chanted in their native tongue. It was a unique way to ring in the New Year in the U.S., a country where history and culture are so modern that it is refreshing to find places where it remains intact.