Rustic Lens

Knox Ranch – Near Warm Lake In Idaho

Knox Ranch was not our destination.  As a matter of fact, when the three of us started our ghost town trip to Roosevelt Idaho, we didn’t know that Knox Ranch

existed.  As I will explain below, we were told about the townsite by a friendly camp host.  I have done a lot of research on old mining towns in Idaho and I was excited about the surprise site!

Getting Published

As I write this post it has been 5 years since my article and photography were published in Idaho Magazine.  I had been dreaming of getting my work published for the last few months and decided to write an article and submit it to magazines to see what would happen.  I think I wanted the affirmation that people other than my family would value my work.  After processing the pictures I did as much research as I could about Knox Ranch online.  I really couldn’t find much back then so I had to go to the Idaho State Archives to learn more about it.  The Archives are tons of fun for a history buff!  All States have them and they are a wealth of information.

With all of my research in hand, I wrote what I considered to be a pretty good article and submitted it to a few magazines along with a sample of my pictures.  This was the first article I had ever written.  I got a response from Idaho Magazine in a few days and I was so excited that they wanted to publish my work!  As I look back at it, I still like the article but I have to admit that my photography processing was a little heavy-handed in the HDR area.  I will include the article below along with my newly-processed photos.  If you would like to see my crazy “Just discovered HDR” photos, you can check out the archived article at Idaho Magazine.  I recommend checking them out since they publish some great stories.  If you would like to have your work published, just go for it and submit to some magazines.  You can easily find out how to submit to them on their websites.  If I could get published, so could you!

This map of the area should give you an idea how far out in the mountains these places are.  It takes about an hour to get from Cascade to Warm Lake.

Labeled in red are Knox Ranch and Roosevelt.

Here is the Article:

Hard Knox

One Ghost Town Leads to Another

Story and Photos by Evan Jones

In search of the ghost towns of central Idaho, I have spent a lot of time over the last ten years driving down gravel forest roads, fording creeks or boggy pastures, slipping through the snow, putting my four-wheel drive vehicle to the test.

My wife and kids have grown to love these trips as much as I do, though they may tell you differently. They might joke about the time I got us stuck in Florence and had to leave the women and children with the reintroduced wolves while I got a ride back to town (for three hours) to get a big enough 4WD to pull us out.

They might complain how their backsides often hurt from riding down rocky paths all day long or recall the time we had to change a tire on a rocky, steep incline (in the rain) on the way to Yellow Jacket, but I think they also would have to admit that these are unforgettable memories.

One year, we camped in McCall and the next day drove on back roads toward Roosevelt, in the very remote Thunder Mountain mining area. After the mining in Roosevelt slowed down, a mudslide on May 31, 1909, blocked Monumental Creek and turned the town into what it is today, Roosevelt Lake. By then, only a few year-round residents remained, and they left. I’m told from the shores of the lake you can see the logs from buildings, and on a clear day,  you can see outlines of the structures on the bottom.

This intrigued me ever since I found out about it some time ago, but I didn’t account for how long it would take to get there. Before we made it to the lake that day it started getting dark, and we grudgingly turned back to camp.

This spring, I decided it was time to finally make it to see this lake. I prepared by bringing a chainsaw, shovel, and tow straps, just in case. Only two of my children had the honor of taking this trip with me, Aaron, thirteen, and Cassidy, five, perhaps because they were the two youngest and still didn’t realize the trouble Dad could get them in. We stocked up the trailer and left for Warm Lake, which was a lot closer than McCall to our elusive destination.

At the campground, we told the host about our bold plans for the next day, and he mentioned a town-site just around the corner that I had never heard of. This was quite an accomplishment, for I thought I had at least read about most of the mining towns in the area if I hadn’t visited them personally. I was surprised by the news, but I was still going to Roosevelt first.

The next morning, we arose around dawn and drove for a couple hours to Yellow Pine, where the locals didn’t have much faith in us making it all the way to Roosevelt, because of lingering snow. In my usual spirit of adventure, I decided we would prove them wrong. After all, I had meaty tires on the truck and a can-do attitude. We drove for quite a while and eventually came to Stibnite, where a huge pit is still being mined. Our truck hugged the skinny ridge above the pit.

Far below us, a company helicopter hovered over a stream. Beyond the mine site, we found old ruins to have lunch. I took pictures and we discussed what it must have been like to live in such a remote area in the early 1900s. Then we climbed back into the 4WD to get to the lake.

Kinda scary driving on the tiny road above where helicopters fly.
Old mining building
An old mining building in Stibnite.

I felt positive about our chances of making it there. All the snow around our house in Grangeville had melted off, and we had experienced good weather for quite some time. Grangeville isn’t all that close to Roosevelt, but I figured the locals probably didn’t go up to the lake much, so they wouldn’t realize that the road was probably open now. Everything was fine until we climbed to 7,500 feet and on a shady corner, found a one-foot-deep snowdrift. I had the shovel, I was prepared, so I decided to try to make it through.

It took a couple of attempts, but we plowed through the drift. Victorious, we traveled on, thinking how silly the naysayers were. Then we came around a corner to a bigger drift. Time after time, we valiantly tried to ram through this one but failed. We were blocked. I couldn’t believe it. Once again, I had been foiled in an attempt to reach my most-desired ghost town destination. We backed down the tiny forest road to a place we could turn around and return. I still got some cool pictures, but we were really disappointed about the failed trip.

a rushing creek
Johnson Creek between Warm Lake and Yellowpine.

We arrived back at Warm Lake shortly before sunset and decided to go check out the town-site around the corner. We were so glad we did. It was one of the most beautiful meadows we had ever seen. Though many of the structures had been destroyed by a wildfire, several very interesting ones remained. We walked around the expansive, grassy meadow enjoying the wildflowers, the mountains in the distance, and the rustic western scenery before us. We heard birds and crickets on the light breeze, and it was gloriously peaceful.

We couldn’t find any interpretive signs to read, so I had to look up the name and information about this town when we got back to civilization and Internet access. Though I searched diligently, I could not find much information except for the name, Knox.

Months later, on a trip to Boise, we visited the State Historical Society archives to search for more information. I found a thin folder with an evaluation of the site by a Boise Ranger District forest archaeologist named Mary Wilson, and a letter to her from Frank Forbes, who lived and worked in Knox in 1935. According to Wilson, Knox was first claimed as a homestead in 1909 by Charles C. Randall, who had had a mining claim there since 1898. Like many who had not had great luck mining, he instead made money by operating as a supply station for the miners on their way along the rough wilderness roads to the Thunder Mountain mines.

He operated a hotel, store, and livery stable in the town of two hundred. Advertisements in the Roosevelt newspaper boasted that Knox was “the largest station on the line” with “commodious Hotel, Meals, Lodging, Post Office and Bell phone.”

old chimney remnants Knox Ranch
Maybe this was the hotel or the main house. I don’t know for sure.

Randall left the area around 1912, and Daniel A. Robnett filed a new homestead entry but, like Randall, he never applied for the patent. In 1918, Daniel G. Drake applied for a homestead and was granted a patent in 1922. He operated the lodge in Knox which, according to the patent survey of 1921, contained seventeen beds, three stoves, and enough place settings to feed forty people. From 1929 until 1946, Knox had another owner, Benjamin H. Seward.

In the summer months, he used Knox as the headquarters for his outfitting operation and in the winter he delivered mail into Yellow Pine by dogsled. In 1935, Frank Forbes worked for Seward there. One of his chores was “to feed a number of the mongrels that he (Seward) used as a dog team in the winter.” Forbes also relates that although he was six-foot-one and weighed two hundred pounds, “Ben Seward was a much larger man than I, and I can certainly state Ben was a big and powerful man. He was very adept with a broad-ax, and I have seen him use the same in squaring logs for use.”

old log building at Knox Ranch
A remnant of Knox Ranch.

From 1946 until 1976, Knox was used seasonally as a private residence and thoroughbred horse ranch by the Charles R. Reineke family. After the passing of Charles and Constance Reineke, their daughter Ramona sold the ranch to the Hoff Lumber Company in 1976. Two years later, the lumber company traded the ranch to the Forest Service, which continues to keep it open to the public.

Although there had been as many as thirty structures and a couple more down the road in an area Randall called “Hard Knox,” which he used as horse stables, only a few buildings remain today. Slowly being reclaimed by the earth, they still serve to remind us of the ambitious and rugged men and women who chased their dreams and pioneered the area.

When I am roaming around one of these mining towns, I often consider how in just a century a town can disappear and nearly be forgotten. Take Florence, for instance, which at one point had more than ten thousand residents and now is occupied year-round only by those buried in the cemetery. Such thoughts remind me of the importance of investing time in my family and making memories with them because those memories will last much longer than anything we build or any wealth we amass.

It looks like it might be next year before I get to Roosevelt, because of our short Idaho summers and the busy one I’ll have this year. Next time I go, I hope to drag the whole family along. And you can bet we will stop by to see Knox.

kids looking at ruins at Knox Ranch
My two little adventure buddies.

Want to see my pics of Roosevelt?

Me too.  You will have to stay tuned to my blog because I still have not made it there.  I have added to the list though.  On the way out to Roosevelt is another old mining camp called Cinnabar that I would really love to check out.  Maybe this year?  Who knows…….

If you would like to see more of my pics or even order a print,  Click Here for the Full Gallery.


Thanks for stopping by!  Please leave a comment and share this story with someone who might like it.  Do you have any places that you have tried to go to several times and not been able to make it?  Where is your elusive spot?


Evan Jones

I am a landscape and travel photographer who is drawn to old and rusty stuff as well as beautiful landscapes. I like to explore the backroads of the Northwest United States and anywhere else I can get to. My blog is at

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  • Thanks for posting! I’m Mary Wilson Noel, who recorded the Know Ranch site for the National Register in the 1980s. I know a wildfire wiped out much of it a few years back, but its great to see a few outbuildings survived. I live in NC now, but still enjoy seeing and hearing about the wilds of Idaho.

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