As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
The people that stayed here carved bowls from the mesa itself to collect water.
In the mine offices, a training manual for miners sits open. Here’s how you signal to the surface if you are trapped after a disaster.
Most of the gauges on the control panels were broken.
Would you wait and risk getting flooded out, or intentionally get minor burns?
Between the ice chute and the back of the north section of the cellars, a little pillar shows where a room used to be. The ceiling’s disintegration has since filled the space, which seems to be the last point of expansion in the cave–this was last carved in the mid-1840s.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.
In case you were wondering what a day in the life of a patient was like in the later years…