Bluff, Utah
Nancy is driving her car to San Francisco, hell-bent to see our new place. She will be there tonight.
I am taking the scenic route, through southern Utah and Nevada. this morning I am in Bluff, Utah, in the southeastern corner. Many years ago, Brigham Young, fearing that the Gentiles might get a foothold in this part of Zion, sent his people to settle the area. There were of course no roads then, and the Mormon pioneers had to ford the Colorado and make dugways down cliff faces so that they could get their wagons through. They settled in a protected valley next to the San Juan river, and named their town Bluff, for an obvious reason.

Looks like the gentiles are making their move, however. The small town now sports a second espresso place; what's more, the coffee is good. River rafting has been big industry for a number of years here, and increasingly, 4-wheelers and their kind are exploring the back roads, rediscovering the multitude of ruins in the nearby Comb Ridge. I call this phenomenon "Moabification"