So, 8 hours later and I made it to Vegas.  For the record, it is meant to be a 5 hour drive, but we drove into a blizzard so, there you go.  Still, it was a blessing to have a car that worked, a very good and alert driver, and lots of prayers to see us through.  Garret (the driver) was even inspired to get new windshield wipers at just the right moment, before we drove into the worst of the storm.  As I reflect on making that crazy trip, and knowing that we all made it through safely in spite of the risks, I know Heavenly Father loves me.