In 2010 I had to drive across Minnesota in order to see my mother at Mayo Clinic down in Rochester...she was in very serious condition.
I was trying to stay ahead of a blizzard. Rented a room in Fargo at 7 pm (I had come from Idaho) hoping for a few hours sleep. Checked out at 10 pm as the wind was picking up.
For some hours I was alone on the Interstate. That was weird enough. Then at four or five in the morning I hit the outskirts of Minneapolis and soon found myself in the middle of trucks, cars, you name it, all going 70 mph in about 50 feet of visibility.
I couldn't see the roadside or the centerline. I couldn't stop, couldn't slow down, at times I was in total whiteout, gripping the wheel so hard my arms ached. Couldn't really see anything but the taillights just ahead of me and the headlights in my back window.
I was praying out loud and cursing the lunatic drivers in alternate breaths.
At a certain point the traffic vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. I drove through a seemingly deserted Minneapolis, snow a foot high in the roadways, no one around.
I made it to the highway into Rochester just before they closed the roads down. I was as fortunate as could be.
It was the night the Humphrey Dome collapsed.
Certainly sounds like you had a guardian angel!
You mean the fourth time the dome collapsed. :-)
It deflated in each of 1981, 1982, and 1983.