I got stuck trying to bring a friend to the airport in Syracuse one year, driving my 81 Datsun/Nissan (which was already an antique). Snow at least a meter high, and off the road i went and there was no getting out. Then this wave of plow trucks shows up, clears the road, the tow truck close behind, and I spent probably no more than 10 minutes in the snowbank. it was ridiculous! (they towed me straight to the cash machine)
that was the fun story. the memory that made me shudder when I read this topic was when I was in my last year of college and they called a snow day and sent me home from my internship. This in upstate New York at a school that had not called a snow day in recent history- there was already about a foot on the ground and a blizzard warning. All the people who grew up around there all immediately went home, do not stop and get milk/bread/eggs, they were serious. That was the first sign I missed.
It was still relatively early in the day, my last year was hellish and I never had any free time to do anything I liked, and I thought heck, I'm going to go hiking in the snow. I had gear, I had snowshoes and boots that were broken in, and I decided to go hiking up near campus through the arboretum and along the trails I used to run on in the summer. Not remote, not far, no mountains, not unfamiliar. Heck, for one summer I lived right around there. I would go along the same route I ran, maybe 7 miles or so.
It was gorgeous. I had a really wonderful, beautiful hike until-- of course--I got disoriented in the blizzard and lost my way. Worse, everyone (grad students, hikers, bikers, dog walkers, etc) who usually would be all over this well-trafficked area were all hunkered down at home and the buses were shut down, so the roads were empty. The snow was really heavy and I had no idea where the heck I was. At a certain point I came to a river and thought that campus was back in that direction and I'd have to cross, and I remember stopping and thinking, if I get my feet wet I am going to freeze to death, this is the point of no return where I get into big trouble. I was well-covered, not at risk of frostbite, but at this point it was getting close to nightfall and I was tired and I couldn't keep walking in circles forever.
I decided there had to be something I was missing and decided to track back to avoid the river. And not ten steps from where I was, where I had gone several times before, turned out the be the road, and a BUS went by. I don't think I was ever so happy to see a bus! I was not five minutes from the edge of campus, but I swear, I was really thinking I was at the end of the line. I don't think I ever went out hiking/snowshoeing again after that.
(yes, poor preparation, etc etc. i was a college student and poor decisions were part and parcel.... live and learn)