02/28/2026
Those that came before. Boyd Cemetery
The year was 1917 and Yaak homesteader and miner Adam Boyd was in failing health when his neighbors decided to take him to town for care. In the process of moving him they managed to drop him in the Yaak river. In the middle of winter, he didn’t live long. With a frozen Adam and the ground being frozen it was decided to stick him in the woodshed till spring.
Come spring, a shallow grave. A pile of stones. A stick topped off with a whiskey bottle for a headstone. Adam Boyd had his final resting place.
About that same time the founders of Lincoln County Montana were trying to get their new county figured out. One thing they were missing was a free cemetery where the poor and transient types could be buried. Can’t be burying poor folks next to town folks it seems.
Boyd Cemetery was born.
It is as far away as you can get from any town. Located in the far northwest corner of the state and in the far northwest corner of Lincoln County. A few air miles from both Idaho and the Canadian border, this place is out there. You must want to go there. The Cemetery is on 2.1 acres and surrounded by Forest Service land with towering Western Larch trees. The ground has been left in its natural state with flowering wildflowers throughout.
It was a free cemetery for many years which means it is a place of free expression. A place of basic remembrance and family love. All the grave sites are done by and cared for by the individual families.
The people who chose this place as their final stop are not the affluent crowd. Early homesteaders, miners, loggers and babies who passed to soon have found peace under the towering larch trees.
Everyone is unique with different expressions of family love. There are an estimated ninety graves in the historic section. The oldest ones can barely be seen. A simple line of native stone to outline a long dead homesteader or miner.
A simple rock with a date carved on it, no name carved. A pile of flat stones with a pair of glasses and a baseball cap from a friend who remembered they couldn’t see without them. The important things in life might be needed in the afterlife.
The love of families which have erected small ornate fences with favorite plastic flowers and stuffed animals from loved ones and grandchildren.
You can’t bury a lifelong logger without a small toy chainsaw for a head stone. The love from a grandchild to their grandpa.
A small homemade round cement headstone for a young child who passed too soon. Made with marbles and a cross made from plastic pipe carries as much love and compassion as any marble head stone would. The heart felt pain is very real in pieces like this.
Boyd Cemetery is the history of the Yaak and more importantly it shows the love and emotions of the people who live, work, and die here. It shows there is no other place to be for some of us.
In life and death.
Special thanks to Lori Chubb for her cemetery work and knowledge of the old history.