A friend years ago described life living on a farm in upstate New York. During the winter he had to tend to the stock. He left the farmhouse carrying a long pole so that he could probe into the snow to find the barn.
The son of one of my Dad’s closest friends took off walking to a girl friend’s house in a blizzard in upstate NY around 1965. He never arrived. Froze to death stuck on a barbed wire fence.