I think I'll have it made into a bumper sticker: I Survived The Drive From Hell.  Thursday morning I left the house at 6:30 AM and pointed the car north toward Ohio. The first two hours were easy-peasy. Coffee, music, and 65 mph.

Once I hit the mountains in VA though, things changed. Snow flurries were constant and road conditions alternated between wet, slushy, and blowing snow. The outside temperature dropped from 28 to 16 in about a six mile range, and my windshield wiper fluid froze. This left me having to get behind semi's, relying on flying snow from their wheels to hit my windshield enough that I could run the wipers and see where I was going. I pretty much sat clenched and shallow breathing behind the wheel for 3 hours. (Although when I dared risk a glance to my right or left, the scenery was STUNNING. It looked like a pristine winter wonderland.)