Holy _ _ _ _ We Made It!

After escaping from Lopan the great, and I mean great Jack Burton exclaims "holy shiz we made it" and that is exactly how I feel right now.  I am completely exhausted and feel it was truly a miracle that we pulled into Cedar. 

To start things off the flight was delayed over two hours coming out of Seattle, they say it was weather related out of Vegas.  Anyway, it was delayed.  The plane landed a couple hours late and then it takes forever to get the kids off the plane since they get off last.  People just kept coming.  Anyway, sometime after 10 we were loading the car and starting our journey home.  When we got out of Mesquite we his some rain and the car was having traction problems.  It was struggling.  Somehow we managed to make it through the gorge and into St. George without a problem. It was slow moving at times but not near as slow as what it became well south of the Black Ridge.  We were in blizzard like conditions and things were a bit hectic.  Somehow we had the good fortune of having a Highway Patrol officer pass us and then hang out with a semi and then a fire engine.  I stuck to their tracks as closely as possible.  It was brutal.  I was white knuckling it.  We get into Cedar after white knuckling it and bam, I can't get the car to pull out of the lightly snow covered intersection at the south side of town.  It was a struggle but I got it.  There was a lot of praying going on.  It was good.

I am so tired right now that I just need to call it a night.