Over the River and STUCK in the Woods

On Saturday night I got to meet my second cousins in Lake Tahoe. On the way home from Aunt Nancy and Uncle Mike's house we took a wrong turn on a closed road called the "Morman Immigrant Trail". At first we didn't realize we were lost because it was so dark, but we soon noticed we were the only car on the road. As we continued, the weather started getting worse and worse as we went higher and higher up the mountain. Pretty soon we were in the middle of a blizzard! After about 65 miles, we could go no further. We ended up getting stuck and spent a couple of hours trying to free the mini-van. It was a losing battle, the snow piled up so fast that as soon as we freed the mini-van we would get stuck again just a couple feet down the road. All we could do was pray. We were trapped on a snow covered road that was closed till the spring. Overnite Nana, Pops, Auntie Shannan, Mom and Dad were all taking turns keeping me warm. It was cold, but I wasn't too worried and was able to fall asleep for a few hours. At 6am there was over 2 feet of snow around the car. According to some signs we had pasted along the way, we knew that a main road was nearby, so daddy put plastic baggies over his socks, put on his tennis shoes, and took Pops' santa hat to find help. I was scared after hearing all of the stories of lost families in the mountains. After an hour another snowstorm came by but daddy still wasn't back yet =(. After three hours, we were all starting to get really worried, and mommy began to cry. Then just over the hill we saw a huge snow plow! We were saved! Daddy had managed to find the road and flag down some help. Mommy started to cry again but this time they were tears of joy.