Salt Lake City is beautiful. I've never had views of the Wasatch and Oquirrh mountain ranges like I have this week; every time we're driving on the highway between hotel and arena, I stare at the snow caps. Breathtaking. And yet almost all of my photos are of the street, partially because that's what I do and also because SLC has always appeared so pristine to me, I was convinced there's no grit or grime here. And now I have evidence that that's not the case.