We decided at 3 p.m. on Friday to drive up to Mammoth. The weather called for snow and we saw a clear weekend in front of us. We decided to take it easy, though. On Saturday afternoon, we gave up battling the wind a little after 2 p.m. We headed to the Mammoth Ski Museum, a place we’d always wanted to see, but never got around to. The coolest part was seeing Dave McCoy’s images from the early 1960s, when he and his friends decided to build their own rope tows. It used to be 50 cents for a day pass! This weekend, we stayed at Convict Lake, a sheltered cluster of cabins with a true wild west history. Escapees from Carson City had a shoot out with local posses there before being captured and hung. The Restaurant at Convict Lake is easily the best restaurant in the area, so we stopped in for a late dinner. We wavered when it came to dessert, but the thought of the rich, dark Belgian chocolate ganache, which comes swimming in a berry puree, fresh whipped cream and mint leaves, had been haunting us all season. We gave in.