Problem is, it only takes ONE real issue to take you out!
A few years ago we had a hard winter and I had to snow-shoe the last couple of miles to get home.
Could have stayed in town but the animals had to be looked after.
Snow-shoes suck, they are not a fun way to travel, I got very tired much quicker than expected.
Fell on my back in deep snow while carrying a heavy pack.
Left me pretty much trapped, the struggle to get upright again was enlightening.
I knew better than to "Rest" but the temptation was certainly there.
Things that seem trivial beforehand can easily become dangerous when you are alone.
In the real rural desert phone reception is unlikely as is the chance of anyone happening by to help.
I recall a guy dying only a mile from home a couple of winters ago.
He and a buddy went out in a dune-buggy that broke down and tried to walk back about three miles.
Neither were young.
At first they talked as they walked, then they got tired and stopped talking.
When the survivor reached the house he turned to talk to his buddy but his buddy had fallen a mile back and he did not know it.
Rescue was too late, exhaustion and cold did him in quickly.
I am sure there are hundreds of similar tales, but of course the young are immortal, until they are not.