The great appeal of the abandoned mines outside Mineral de Pozos for me was the silence. The silence was profound. Living in San Miguel de Allende, as I did for five years, was routinely a loud experience—aerial bombs going off at 6:00 a.m., for example, to herald this or that forthcoming fiesta. An hour’s drive northeast to Mineral de Pozos involving a gradual climb to an elevation of 7,272 feet provided a stark silence.
The makeshift lean-to shack at the entrance to this complex was manned by an elderly local usually accompanied by his herd of goats. One paid him a few pesos and went in to explore. Seldom were there any other people there. There was truly nothing to be heard save perhaps the wind at times and the tinnitus in one’s own ears. Even the goats respected the silence. The result was the peace that passeth all understanding and allows us to forgive ourselves for everything that has gone before.