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Dr. Frazier: When Maps Lie Adventure Begins Photo Gallery

When Dr. Frazier points his KLR650 toward a New Mexico ghost town, he realizes that when the map lies, the true adventures begin. Read the full story in Dr. Frazier: When Maps Lie and Roads End.

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The warning was clear enough: No picture taking unless prior approval given “by the village mayordomos.”
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Leaving the Laguna Indian Reservation meant a change in rules and laws.
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Off the Laguna Indian Reservation and immediately new rules and laws applied, those of the Cebotteta Land Grant, with a hard-to-ignore warning.
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Front yard artwork entering the village of Seboyeta showed an interesting expression of thought.
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The road quality began to decline as soon as I left Seboyeta.
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Up a steep incline over ugly loose rocks could have been done, but the thought of having to come back down after some miles changed my mind and direction.
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Following dubious directions out of Seboyeta towards Marquez the road soon became gravel.
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What was difficult traveling further into the depths of the unknown was accepting the risk of having to turn around a retrace my route if the road ended.
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My equipment was well prepared for off-pavement travel, and included tent, sleeping bag and even a can of food for an unplanned stay in the wilderness. The sign told me to stay on the road, and off the private property.
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A bullet riddled sign instructed me to stay on the road as well as guns were aplenty on the land I was crossing.
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Another sign of gunplay also told me I was on a country road, leaving Cibola County.
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Entering the village of Marquez, a village not on my map, told me the locals had been right up to this point and the map was lying.
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The church in Marquez looked like it had not seen much use recently.
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This crumbling building or home in the village of Marquez was devoid of sound except for that made by wind passing through empty windows.
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The road out of Marquez came to an end when I took heed of the sign telling me to turn around.
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My effort to reach the L-Bar Ranch was halted by yet another warning. Private meant private was the instinct I followed.