One of our guests, Lukas, recently stayed in our cabins and experienced something truly special: a front-row view of the Northern Lights in Lapland.
The Arrival
I thought I was coming to the Arctic for the adrenaline. I was excited for the snowmobiles, the huskies, the frozen lakes, all of it.
What I didn’t expect was the kind of peace that makes you forget the world exists.
After a short flight north and a winding drive through endless Lapland pine forests, I arrived in Arvidsjaur, a small town surrounded by more snow than I’d ever seen.
My mirror-glass cabin blended into the landscape. From the bed, I could see the forest, the stars, and, if I was lucky, the Northern Lights.
Day 1 | A Day of Snowmobiles and Local Cuisine
The first day started fast. Engines roared, snow kicked up behind the snowmobiles, and within minutes, we were carving through frozen forests of Lapland. Our guide from Triple X set the pace.
The ride itself was pure adrenaline. The scenery unlike anything I’d seen before. Between bursts of speed, there were moments of complete quiet, the kind that makes you suddenly aware of how far you are from everything else.
Later that evening, we gathered for dinner inside a traditional Sámi tent. Slow-cooked reindeer with local herbs tasted simple, rich, and deeply satisfying. It felt like the perfect ending to a day that reminded me what real adventure feels like.
Day 2 | Dog Sledding and a Night at the Spa
By the second day, I’d started to understand the rhythm of Lapland: adrenaline by day, afternoons for slowing down.
After a morning of dog sledding, we traded speed for stillness. Back at the cabin, that calm took on a different form. Hot water, falling snow, the hiss of the sauna fire. It’s comfort without pretense, just warmth against the cold, quiet all around.
It’s a different kind of luxury: simple, raw, and exactly what you need in a place like this. As the evening cooled, steam drifted into the dark sky, and then, almost unnoticed at first, the Northern Lights appeared over the Lapland horizon.
Day 3 | Under the Northern Lights
On my last morning, I woke before sunrise. The forest had turned blue, completely still. No engines, no lights, just snow.
I’d seen photos of the Northern Lights before, but nothing comes close to seeing them in person. It started faintly, a shimmer at the edge of the sky, and then the colors began to move.
I didn’t have to chase them or drive anywhere, they came to me. I stood outside in boots and a robe, coffee in hand, watching the sky shift from green to violet. The light reflected on the cabin windows, turning everything around me unreal for a few minutes.
It wasn’t just beautiful, it was grounding. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about anything else.
It’s the kind of trip that’s hard to top. No fancy hotel could match watching the Northern Lights from my cabin, coffee in hand, doing absolutely nothing.
— Lukas