My favorite part of the mine is right after the second coal seam.
There, it gets very dark, and there is a tunnel that looks like it belongs in a fun house. Walking through you can’t help but think back to the activity the tunnel has seen: coal carts entering and leaving with three sets of track; miners, buckers (workers who pushed coal down a chute into a waiting coalcar), and spraggers (specialized group of workers who used short pieces of wood to stop coalcars), talking to each other.
Or an unsuspecting person who wanders into the stream and ends up with a wet foot, while looking at the ceiling (which is tinned), because of the slanted ceiling. We have now put up a fence, to prevent the wet feet. And, people do appear drunk without having drunk a drop.