Sunday in Salt Lake City dawned very, very dull. The clouds covered the mountains and if felt like a day to spend inside. I went to breakfast and was joined by Phil Young, a fellow Aussie. We chatted for awhile and then he left to fly out to Los Angeles. Going back to my room I was met with snow falling, blanketing everything in soft, powdery white. It was very interesting to stand and watch the trees, below be transformed. I watched Music and the Spoken Word, instead of attending. It was beautiful. The view from my window. Snowfall. After awhile I messaged several fellow Aussies, who were staying at the same hotel and we met downstairs, in Starbucks for hot drinks. Sharn White and I made the decision to walk to the supermarket, so donning beanies, gloves and getting our umbrellas we set of. We were like kids, playing in the snow and taking heaps of photos. It was fun walking up but walking back we realised that it was cold, so hurried. I finished the day by doing ...