I have friends with a mountain cabin and frequently camp there with them in the summer and fall. It is a rustic camp in a national forest, grandfathered in. It is very rustic with no electricity or running water. It has propane cooking and an old wood stove that heats it nicely with a big room downstairs with tables, chairs, a sofa and one bed. The upstairs is a loft with several beds. I sometime use it alone and helped repair the place so I have a key as well.
This past winter their oldest daughter Corey went Canada for work. She was on her way home when she got stuck in a huge snowstorm and her car went off the road. She wasn't hurt but the car wasn't going anywhere. Corey is 25, all of 5'2" and around 130 pounds with breasts about 34D. She always hung around me at family functions and camping trips because I had real conversations with her and didn't treat her like a child as most of her parents' friends did.
I offered to go get her in my 4wd pickup and threw some gas in and headed out. I had to go through a mountain pass to get her and as I entered it a ranger told me they were probably going to close it. The only other way around added 30 miles of rugged roads. I explained why I was going through and he passed me along. I figured if we ended up stuck I had plenty of gas to run the truck and keep us warm.
When I got to Corey it was late around 9pm and snowing heavy. She was standing beside her car shivering and wet. I asked her why she didn't stay in the car and she explained it was getting tough to see and that she was afraid of someone running into her. By the time I got all her stuff in the truck she was soaked through. Stupidly, when I left in a rush I didn't pack extra gear and remembered that I had brought my emergency bag in the house a day earlier. We got about ten miles and found them closing the road.
Corey was shivering and I knew the truck wasn't an option for overnight when I mentioned that I thought we could backtrack and make it to the cabin. The road is not winter maintained but I thought we could get within a mile of it and hike in. Luckily I did have a couple flashlights in the truck. We made it but now we were both soaked through to the skin. Fortunately we stacked wood in the roofed screened in porch before winter. I immediately started a fire in the stove and slowly the chill started to leave the cabin. The stove wouldn't get the place toast but would leave the downstairs warm enough to get to maybe sixty.