You must first get through a communal candlelit dinner of quail and mountainy lamb and white chocolate souffle, washed down by enough wine to make the jugs of the Gods carouse.
My daughters and I managed to rouse ourselves one afternoon after skiing at Moonlight Basin to go to the spa and one night to take a Sno-Cat ride two miles into the back country in the dark for an excellent dinner (tenderloin and mashed potatoes followed by chocolate fondue) in a big, heated yurt, courtesy of Moonlight Dinners.