I can totally relate. Two buddies and I climbed into a storm on Lib Cap back in '82. The Ridge was a piece of cake. Navigating the top and finding our way down the Emmons was DUMB luck. In a whiteout at the top, I wanted to dig in and bivy, but my partners voted to keep going. We ended up doing the whole trip as an overnighter, car-to-car, from White R.
Sounds like you danced right close to the edge... and made some new friends. Great post.