I embarked on a solo expedition to reach the highest mountain hut in the Swedish Arctic, with no prior experience using uphill skis. The journey began on a sleeper train that wound through vast expanses of snow-covered trees and ended up traversing an ethereal expanse of pale hills, their summits softened by powdery quiffs of snow.
After disembarking at Björkliden, I was quickly fitted with ski skins, which proved to be a crucial component in navigating the harsh Arctic terrain. The sun shone brightly as I set off on skis, but the conditions took an unexpected turn when the weather suddenly descended into a blinding whiteout.
With compass in hand and my wits about me, I struggled through the disorienting landscape, unsure of where I was headed or how far I had progressed. Despite feeling adrift, I refused to give up, taking comfort from the knowledge that polar explorers had overcome similar challenges before me.
After hours of navigating by daylight alone, I stumbled upon a snowcat making its way through the wilderness, and after securing a lift, I finally reached Låktatjåkko mountain lodge. The welcoming atmosphere was tempered by the challenge posed by a recent whiteout that had left me disoriented, but the camaraderie of local skiers like Martin and Johan, who joined me on a return descent down the mountain, helped ease my frustration.
The lessons I learned from this expedition have instilled in me a newfound respect for the power and beauty of nature. With an end to uncertainty, I made plans to move on to Riksgränsen, where I stayed at Niehku Mountain Villa – a charming boutique hotel built around historic railway turntable structures that boasted excellent cuisine and unparalleled views of the surrounding mountains.
A few days later, I found myself once again skiing through pristine landscapes, though this time with the knowledge to fully appreciate them. From my base in Riksgränsen, I enjoyed access to an array of trails catering for skiers of all abilities – a great antidote to my earlier struggles on the mountain slopes.
After disembarking at Björkliden, I was quickly fitted with ski skins, which proved to be a crucial component in navigating the harsh Arctic terrain. The sun shone brightly as I set off on skis, but the conditions took an unexpected turn when the weather suddenly descended into a blinding whiteout.
With compass in hand and my wits about me, I struggled through the disorienting landscape, unsure of where I was headed or how far I had progressed. Despite feeling adrift, I refused to give up, taking comfort from the knowledge that polar explorers had overcome similar challenges before me.
After hours of navigating by daylight alone, I stumbled upon a snowcat making its way through the wilderness, and after securing a lift, I finally reached Låktatjåkko mountain lodge. The welcoming atmosphere was tempered by the challenge posed by a recent whiteout that had left me disoriented, but the camaraderie of local skiers like Martin and Johan, who joined me on a return descent down the mountain, helped ease my frustration.
The lessons I learned from this expedition have instilled in me a newfound respect for the power and beauty of nature. With an end to uncertainty, I made plans to move on to Riksgränsen, where I stayed at Niehku Mountain Villa – a charming boutique hotel built around historic railway turntable structures that boasted excellent cuisine and unparalleled views of the surrounding mountains.
A few days later, I found myself once again skiing through pristine landscapes, though this time with the knowledge to fully appreciate them. From my base in Riksgränsen, I enjoyed access to an array of trails catering for skiers of all abilities – a great antidote to my earlier struggles on the mountain slopes.