I got the call from Adam while driving towards Butte on I-90, just a little east of Deer Lodge. (Someday I'll have to investigate the origins of this oddly-named town.) He had indeed missed his flight from Salt Lake City, and now he had 6 hours to kill in the Salt Lake airport until the next flight out. I had the same amount of time to spend more enjoyably.

So I took the next exit, and headed south down a long dirt road towards the mountains, where a sign said a campground named Racetrack lay waiting. Lots of agricultural scenes with mountains and growing storm clouds attracted the camera's attention.

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