Castle Dome Mines & Ghost Town
It was spooky, an atmosphere that was enhanced by the gloomy weather. Castle Dome, the formation for which the mine and city were named, loomed in the distance like the mountain in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. The saguaros stood guard at random intervals, another warning to stay on the path. We were in what is supposedly the sunniest, driest part of the country and stepped out of the car into puddles of red mud and the sound of rain on tin.