Bluff, Utah is an unassuming, sparsely populated little town in the southeastern corner of Utah. Although seemingly in the middle of nowhere, it’s surrounded by opportunities for adventure. Along with John and Pam, and Dave and Sue, we totally agree this is a place worthy of repeat visits. Not that we wouldn’t happily meet up with these fine folks anywhere in the U.S., or beyond!
San Juan Hill
When we arrived in Bluff, our friends were waiting and ready to take us, the “jeepless travelers” for a ride along a narrow, sandy and rocky road to the San Juan Hills. They had been on this trip before, but because they are such thoughtful and nice friends they offered to share this fun trek with us – or perhaps it was another not-so-subtle hint that we simply must get ourselves a Jeep?
Upon our arrival we were reminded how incredibly tough and determined the Mormon pioneers who passed through this area were. Hole in the Rock tells the story of their crossing of the Colorado River, and this, the last obstacle as they climbed over what they called San Juan Hill. It’s a tale of faith and tenacity, all in answer to God’s calling.
Remains of the Barton Trading Post
River House Ruins
Just half a mile or so further down the “road” we stopped to check out a stabilized ruin by the San Juan River, appropriately called River House Ruins. It was occupied by Ancestral Puebloans between AD900 and the late 1200’s.