Maybe it comes from a lifetime of digging people out of the holes they dug themselves in, but I have no problem stopping, turning around, asking directions, etc. My wife and I like to take our little 4WD out onto forest service roads, many of which are in really nasty shape. I have lost count of how many times we have been tooling happily along some beat up road, come upon a really nasty spot, and made the decision to turn around. It is much easier to do that than to spend hours/days/the rest of your life trying to get out of that hole you just put yourself in. It has nothing to do with macho, bravado, or any of that crap. It is called common sense. Something that seems to be in short and shorter supply...