On Friday, Mike went to the orientation for the ST Octane Academy in Park City.
On Saturday, we ventured to the Miller Motorsports Park and checked out the Ford museum. The first thing we saw when we entered the tiny museum is my new obsession: Miller's first racer, a Ford Falcon:
Miller is obviously a Ford Racing junkie:
Sunday, he raced. He had a blast. It was bitter cold on the black top, but that didn't stop the fun.
Meanwhile at camp, it was colder. The clouds hung to a mountain peak just west of the teardrop. We did a very brief hike in the morning, then Elly and I retired to the trailer and blankets.
Mike was home in time for dinner. Fire and heaters were lit and we enjoyed the evening together. He regaled me with stories of his day and we turned in. In the morning we would start our journey south.