Påsk i Riksgränsen

Påsk=Easter

Riksgränsen=one of the most beautiful places in the world

My shins are still a bit sore from my ski boots, but it's a sore I don't want to go away. It reminds me of our incredible Easter holiday in the Arctic Circle, in a tiny place called Riksgränsen. Just next to the Swedish-Norwegian border, you can't get much further north than this beautiful oasis of winter wonder.


The tiny town of Riksgränsen, where only half a dozen people live all-year round, is not easily accessible - it's an 18-hour train ride from Stockholm (which turned into 22 hours for us). But that's exactly what makes it so great: it's off the beaten track.

just a few reindeer running around the slopes, totally normal

Imagine skiing in complete powder on a mountain of your own. That's how it felt, there were so few people. At least, when it was snowing. But even on the sunny days, it was easy to feel secluded on one of the many off-pistes.


We stayed in NS' aunt and uncle's charming cabin, where we had a stunning view of the mountains and the cozy warmth of a sauna to come home to after a full day on the slopes. It was heaven.

the whole crew, just before we said goodbye

And how nice it is to actually come home from a holiday feeling more healthy than when you left! Although now back at my office desk, the effects of skiing all day are slowly wearing away...

Thank you Syks for a fantastic Easter holiday! Jag saknar det redan och hoppas att komma tilbaka snart : )

the Swedish Easter tradition: feathers in trees