For a few wild months it was a hell-raising, redneck camp on the northern edge of the frontier west. Its single main street was lined with false-front buildings, most of them saloons.

In its height, in the 1890s, the camps population soared to almost 900. It was a typical railroad camp then with all of the crude entertainment of the day. Sometimes deadly bare knuckle fights, all night hell raising and drinking, designed to separate the construction men from their hard earned wages.

But the camp didn’t last before it to faded into yesteryear. In those downward years the Boundary Hotel, post office, general store, and a few souls inhabited the site. However when the railroad finally spanned the savage Pend Oreille River with a bridge, the "New Boundary" came into being south of the original townsite.

Today there remains only a deserted and dusty flat, but a closer examination reveals the faint traces of the first townsite. Overgrown depressions where basements once stood and rows of rocks outlining old building sites still remain today after more then a century.

There is little that remains to mark Boundary and those hell-raising days of this once booming town.