Driving Home

I'm sure everyone at one time or another has driven home for the Holidays. For Michael and I we made our first trip back together this Thanksgiving. The drive home was fast, no traffic, no weather. The way back wasn't such a treat. Michael and I started at 6pm Sunday night. We thought we would try to skip the snow storm that was suppose to hit at 11pm and miss the Las Vegas to Los Angeles traffic. Well, we missed the traffic-the storm hit at 11am and continued.......

Well call us crazy but we decided it was just going to get worse so we packed up and started out in the snow. Driving from South Jordan to Provo the roads where clear and wonderful-from then on we traveled in snow at times that covered the road so effectively we couldn't see the lines, passed many people that had slid off the road, and followed closely behind a snow plow. Luckily we stayed on the road the whole time.

We even had a freeze out. When the wind shield wipers began doing a pitiful job at keeping our wind shield clear and Michael was hunched over looking through a 4x4 clear space at the base of the wind shield he decided to roll down his window and wipe off the windshield with his hand. His arms were not long enough to reach his viewing space on the wind shield and he quickly retreated into the car and pushed the button to roll up the window....no movement. Check the other windows, they go up and down. Check driver's side again....nothing. We drove 18 miles like that until we found a gas station, cleaned off the wind shield and attempted to unfreeze the window. No success-it took 5 more miles of a rolled down window and blasting heat that finally unfroze the window. Never thought I would play freeze out before-Michael won by the way. I totally put on my sweater, mittens, coat, scarf, and donned the fuzzy hood attached to my coat. He stayed in the zip up sweatshirt he started the ride in.

Successes? We didn't have to drive through holiday Los Vegas to Los Angeles traffic ( we got to Las Vegas at 12pm no cars on the road weird right ;) ) and we made it home with plenty of time for me to make to to class at 1pm the next day. (We arrived home at 4am)

Michael's final words as we fell asleep in our little bed in Los Angeles, "I don't want to do anything ever again." Ha ha ha ha. Gotta love long car rides home.