"Napier Edwards was a son of William Edwards and his wife Annie. In 1904 when Napier was two years old, they came to Big Creek, where they acquired a mining interest. The predominant metals were gold, silver, lead and copper. It was a 40 mile horseback ride from Warren to Big Creek. Soon Edwards built a road from Warren over Elk Summit to Big Creek. This family were real pioneers."
Pg. 114 "Idaho Mountains Our Home" by Lafe and Emma Cox - Copyright 1977 by V.O. Ranch Books
"From Crooked Creek they [Clark, Beulah and Lafe Cox and party] rode up Big Creek to the Forest Service Headquarters , then called Edwardsburg, now known as Big Creek." 
Ibid. pg 25
"We arrived at Big Creek headquarters [March 1939] where Dick and Sophia Cowman operated a store, post office and hotel. I saw the ranger station and a Forest Service commissary building. We weighed our dogs, sled and ourselves with our load, which weighed 947 pounds for seven dogs."
"The Cowmans had a milk cow and chickens, so they always had fresh milk and eggs to serve their customers. It was such good food. We all enjoyed our overnight stay there after our 32 mile [dogsled] ride."
Ibid. pgs. 71-72
"After hunting season,  we all made a trip to Boise with the two pickups for our supplies for six months: groceries, stock salt, grain and horseshoes. We had to buy a lot of flour, as we baked our own bread and pastries. Returning from Boise, we hauled the load as far as the Snowshoe Mine. From there everything had to be packed in by mules the six miles to Mile High.
"We ordered two truckloads of hay from Cascade to be delivered at Big Creek headquarters. But a big snowstorm came in, so the truck driver unloaded on top of the summit. It was snowing so hard he could not see to drive any farther. He went back for a second load.
"The next day the driver came in with the second load. It had snowed all night. He got as far up Profile as Camp Creek, where he spun out and slid off the road. He hurried to cut the ropes on the hay to keep the truck from turning over, but most of the hay landed in the creek. He did save his truck from going in or doing any damage.
"The storm continued, and some people were about to be snowed in. Stibnite Mine had a crew working on the head of Smith Creek on Dan McRae's claims. They were all snowed in, so the mining company got their cat to open the road from Smith Creek to Big Creek and on over Profile Summit. There were 17 vehicles that needed to get back to Stibnite.
"We were behind with our team and bobsled, going on over the top after a load of the hay. Lafe had to use the team to help get some of the vehicles over the top."
Ibid pgs. 79-80
"That spring  Lafe subcontracted a mail contract. The mail was to be delivered from Yellow Pine to the Big Creek post office, then on down Big Creek to the Snowshoe Mine and on down a trail from there to Cabin Creek. The contract was for 45 miles, to be traveled by auto when accessible, in summer and early fall. In the winter mail was flown in by Penn Stohr from the airfield at Cascade to Big Creek, to be taken the rest of the way by horseback, dog team or team and sleigh.
"We purchased a pickup to deliver from Yellow Pine to the Snowshoe Mine. The baby and I rode along with Lafe so I could learn the route, as he had to deliver up a few side roads to places I had never seen. We knew I would have to be the substitute driver when hunting season opened.
"That fall Lafe catered to his hunting parties and would be gone a week to ten days at a time. We had a tent house at Jake and Eric Jensen's place on Crooked Creek neat the Snowshoe Mine. A book should have been written on these two fine Finlanders who had built their home and other outbuildings on their property. They were both skilled carpenters, log home builders, cooks -- you name it. It was interesting to hear of their experiences and stories about the time they operated a saloon at Roosevelt. They were always very careful how they expressed themselves in front of me. They were such gentlemen!"
"When Lafe was hunting, I drove to Yellow Pine to pick up the mail, ... I delivered mail and freight from the Yellow Pine post office to the Big Creek post office, where it was sorted and put in mail sacks for each of the individuals along the way, and for the 12 to 18 employees at the Snowshoe Mine."
"The road was narrow. At one point, above the transfer camp, was an incline where you could not see over the hood of your pickup. You had to know which way the road turned. I also had to drive across two bridges, that I often think about today. The bridges had very little railing and the logs were laid crosswise. When the first frost came, this was dangerous. It was always bumpy -- rough driving over. About the only time the baby was disturbed was when we crossed these two bridges, due to the roughness and noise. The stream at Big Creek was almost the size of some rivers. I always breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the other side.
"The miners always knew when I was coming. If their trucks were coming out with loads, they always waited at a turnout for me.
"The people at the mine were always glad to see me come. Perhaps they were concerned with my driving -- I will never know. However, they really looked forward to their mail. Someone was always there to help me unload the mail and freight, as at that time everyone ordered through the Montgomery Ward and Sears, Roebuck and Co. catalogs. In the spring they ordered seed from the catalogues to plant in their gardens.
"On mail days everyone at the mine gathered at the large dining room table, where the mail was sorted out. While this was going on, Mrs. Rodman, the cook, always had a cup of hot cocoa and a piece of pie or cake for me. I could also warm up the baby's bottle on her stove.
"The caretaker at Mile High met me at the mine to pick up the ongoing mail down Big Creek, which was only accessible by horses. He delivered to the Phil Beal ranch, Cabin Creek and Mile High, which at one time was a designated post office called Clover. In early days settlers came there for their mail. When we sold the ranch many years later, the post office pigeonhole cabinet was still hanging on the wall.
"In the summer we delivered the mail every Tuesday and Friday; the rest of the time it was just once a week. Otherwise the baby and I stayed at Jensen's place awaiting Lafe's return from his hunting trips."
"In November the snow on the summit got too deep for the pickup. Even though we had a compound gear, it was too hard on the vehicle.
"Johnson's Flying Service based in Cascade had the contract to fly the mail directly to Big Creek airfield. Penn Stohr did the flying. He was not only a great pilot, he was a wonderful person."
"Before the snow got too deep …, Lafe picked up the mail by auto. On the way to the mine he had to make a stop at Copper Camp and Little Ramey cabin. The others who lived along the route had gone out for the winter."
"It was typical snow country and each day we watched it pile up. Some days a real blizzard would blow. As the snow accumulated, we knew it was set in for the winter.
"The next trip, Lafe got as far as Little Ramey, where he had to leave the sleigh. It would stay where he left it until spring, as there was too much snow. He loaded the outgoing mail onto one of the work horses and rode the other, continuing his trip to the Big Creek Post Office."
"Soon it was time for Lafe to make another mail run. He started out by riding one of the work horses and packing the other, but after several tries, he could see he couldn't make it. So he took the horses back to the mouth of Crooked Creek and started them back up the road to our cabin at the mine. He left the riding and pack saddles at the Little Ramey cabin to be picked up later. He put a pack sack with the outgoing mail on his back and webbed up to Big Creek. The trip took him two days. It was real arduous going with snow falling hard. In places the drifted snow was three to four feet deep.
"From Copper Camp, Lafe phoned to tell me the team would be coming in sometime that night. I put hay and grain in their feed boxes in the barn, thinking they would go right in to the hay."
"For Lafe's next return trip back, he had rented three dogs and their harness from an old timer living near Big Creek. With so much snow, he needed a dog team to travel. He also called his dad, asking Clark to try to locate some good dogs with harness and have them flown in with the coming mail plane.
"Clark sent a good lead dog and two others. With the dogs the old timer had given him, and his own dog, that gave Lafe seven dogs, which were what he needed for some of the loads that went to the mine.
"On the crank Forest Service phone in our cabin, I could talk to Lafe in Big Creek. He called real often to check on the baby and me."
"With lots of snow, Lafe made weekly trips by dog team. Sometimes the weather would warm up and cause snow slides. You had to keep an eye on the mountain above the trail in case a slide came in. That year there were several small slides and two or three large ones. The dogs all worked well together, and each knew their duty."
Ibid pgs. 99-108
We continued to deliver mail all summer , driving over Profile summit to Big Creek. The mail route went over many side roads, as the summer people were back, then on to the cabins that were occupied year round, and then to the Snowshoe Mine. It was the same route as in the winter, but now we were driving a vehicle."
"The Profile Summit road from Yellow Pine to Big Creek was completed in 1933. The fist one to drive a car over it was Harry Withers, an old timer from Yellow Pine."
Ibid pg. 112