It is amazing, you are surrounded by salt, ceiling, walls, floor. They ask that you do not lick the walls... seriously, they ask you that. There are various passageways that continue on forever, with exhibits that tell you about how the mine was found, old ways of mining, how they mine the salt now, and what is stored in the museum.
None of the trash that the miners brought down ever went back up. There are piles of trash from the 40's and 50's scattered around. It is how they know when that part of the mine was blasted. The train ride takes you past a part where the ceiling collapsed. The driver assured us that would not happen in the museum.
Doodle and I walked around in awe, we were in a salt mine, 650 feet down. The museum stores several famous Hollywood movie props as the temperature is always 68 degree with 40 percent humidity.
The dark tram tour whisks you around another part of the mine where they found an almost pure 6000 pound chunk of salt, that is on display. It also tells you that the mine is compressing on itself, but so slowly that it will not affect us. Finally, you are taken to an area of mined salt and allowed to fill a small bag with salt. Of course, I was the only one climbing to the top of the pile and was asked not to climb. The good stuff was up there!
This is part of the large chunk of pure salt that the miners found.
Doodle and I did sample a bit of salt, from the pile. It tasted like salt but saltier.
Whorls from the machinery used to mine the salt. This is what all the walls and ceiling looked like.