My dad's side of the family is from Arizona and I found out later that Globe was where my Grandmother was born and raised. Her mother was also from Globe and had grown up riding horses bareback to school and her father had been a prospector.
It was pure coincidence we had spent the night in Globe, but i'm glad we did, because uncovering a bit of family history was priceless.
Outside of Globe we made a detour to a genuine ghost town. It was completely deserted, and wandering around the place by ourselves made it feel as if we were in an old western movie. I kept imagining an old cowboy was going to stroll through on his horse, guns blazing.
The ghost town is called "Goldfield" and is located East of Phoenix, if you ever want to visit.