On my last trip I stayed at a B&B a few nights. I've stayed with these people before, and they're great. The wife was out of town, and her husband had been up Sunday morning since 1:30 am to drop her at the airport. Then Sunday afternoon he had to repair a frozen pipe at an inn they own. Monday I think he was free for a bit, but then Tuesday he had to feed five of us at the B&B. By the end of breakfast it was snowing pretty good, the start of the epic storm. He told us he has two clients he plows out, but a friend of his has a bad knee and was going in for surgery Wednesday. So he was plowing the fourteen clients his friend had, too. I'm pretty sure he spent all day and most of the night plowing and replowing. Wednesday he fed us again and went straight out to digging out cars out. He was running to the absolute limit of human capability. I could see it. Yet, I think he was loving every minute of it.
That's my different lifestyle anecdote. I love being outside, I love the mountains, I love the snow, but I also love being inside and watching the snow and debating which of a dozen places to go for breakfast once someone comes and plows me out. I couldn't live in the rural wilderness like my host does where the breakfast option is go to the Noonmark Diner or eat at home. I think the different choices, the different things each of us wants makes us better as humanity.