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  • The Most Inspirational (Non-Skiers) Guide To Stowe

    The Most Inspirational (Non-Skiers) Guide To Stowe

    I love to ski in Stowe. Ummm, let me rephrase that. I love to ski in Stowe when the sky is cloudless, cobalt blue, and the temperature is firmly north of 32 degrees. I love to ski when the slopes are blanketed in fresh powder and are crowd-free. Because I despise early wake-ups, I usually don’t hit the slopes until 9am. Then, I only ski until lunch because once I’ve devoured a cheeseburger and fries, I’m as active as a lioness after a kill. 

    You can probably guess how often I ski.

    Undeniably, Stowe is a spectacular ski and snowboard destination. But non-skiers can still enjoy a winter holiday there. I’ve been visiting Stowe since 1984 and can vouch for activities beyond Mt. Mansfield’s double-black diamonds. Back then, I was a reluctant skier who only cared about cute ski outfits and hot ski instructors.

    If you are your family’s most reluctant skier, let me acquaint you with Stowe’s other winter charms. There’s more to this Vermont village than meets the eye.

    Stowe Sign

    Why Stowe?

    Stowe today isn’t much different from it was 40 years ago. Many of the shops, inns, and restaurants that I recall from my teen years remain. Bear Pond Books, Shaw’s General Store, and the Green Mountain Inn are just a few places that have stood the test of time. That Stowe has been able to retain its old-world sensibility is one reason why I come back each year. The fact that ghastly neon signs are banned is another.

    But there’s more.

    Stowe is a jewel-toned destination nearly year-round. In the summer, emerald green hills layer against sapphire blue skies. In autumn, throngs of leaf-peepers descend upon the town for ruby-red, topaz, and gold-tinged foliage. 

    By winter, those vivid colors disappear, muting the landscape. Yet, beauty abounds even on days when the snow isn’t glistening like diamonds. Morning fog rolls over the mountains, then slowly lifts as the sun ekes through. In the late afternoon, the sun descends behind the peaks and humps—leaving lavender and pink skies in its wake.

    Mountain views

    Stowe, a brief history

    I wasn’t keen on history in high school so I promise to only bore you briefly with it here. Stowe was chartered in 1763, but its first settlers didn’t arrive until 30 years later. Back then, Stowe’s population totaled 316 people and 8,000 grazing sheep. You don’t need a statistics degree to figure out that the farming industry dominated Stowe’s early years. However, Stowe became a popular summer resort destination by the mid-nineteenth century due to its evergreen mountains and scenic terrain.

    In 1921, Stowe hosted its first Winter Carnival, thus putting it squarely on the map as a cold-weather hot spot. Ski tracks were cleared, trails were added, and tourists began to arrive en masse. Before you could say baaaaa, Stowe became the ‘Ski Capital of the East.’

    Beyond the slopes in Stowe, Vermont

    Despite its history, don’t be fooled into thinking that skiing monopolizes winter in Stowe. This picturesque village aims to please all. I recently spent 12 days in Stowe—only two of which had skis attached to my feet.

    What did I do for the other ten days? And what could I have done if I weren’t so content sitting fireside with my Johanna Basford coloring books? Read on for three days of inspiration.

    Barn with blue sky

    Stowe Inspiration: Day One

    A beautiful sunrise is one of the few things that gets me out of bed early. And in Stowe, there’s nothing better than watching the sun rise over snow-capped mountains. The landscape is hushed, and the bustle of the day is still hours away. In Stowe, mountain views rule. One of the best places to catch them is along the Stowe Rec Path. With over 5 miles of public paths, visitors can walk, run, or bike—all the while admiring Stowe’s natural beauty.

    Stowe scene with steeple
    PC: Mark Vandenberg

    I enter the Rec Path behind Stowe’s famous white-steepled church, but access points are everywhere. Arched wooden bridges dot the landscape, and I lose myself in the rhythmic sounds of the babbling brook. I take comfort in the fact that bears hibernate and photograph the covered bridge that links Main Street to Mountain Road. It starts to flurry, which adds a bit of whimsy to the bucolic scene.

    Insider Tip: For those who love iconic red barns, catch a glimpse of Parker’s Barn before it’s gone. Most of Stowe’s old barns have collapsed over the decades, and Parker’s isn’t far behind. First built in 1875 and located on Weeks Hill Road at Mayo Farm, the fate of this dilapidated structure is in the town’s hands. But for now, you can still take a selfie beside it or capture its beauty with snow-covered fields in the distance. It may not be around the next time you visit.

    Woodland signage

    Coffee Break

    Eventually, I get cold. This is winter in Stowe, mind you. So I stumble into my new favorite coffee shop for an oat milk cappuccino. Woodland Baking & Coffee is hard to find, tucked in the far corner of the Baggy Knees Shopping Center—a place I now know of thanks to my new Stowe friend, Emily.

    blueberry Coffee Cafe

    The coffee is crazy good—to use a technical coffee term. But it’s the scent of freshly baked loaves, croissants, and other crumbly, buttery, flaky delights that lure me inside. The ingredients are sourced locally. The crowd is local, too. I hope Emily is still my friend after I’ve told everyone about her secret coffee spot. 

    Farm Home Co sign

    Farm Home Obsessed

    Stowe has a few lovely interior design shops that make me long for a mountain house to decorate. Farm Home Co.’s showroom is meticulously curated. I covet the hand-woven baskets, especially the ones with a delicate, open, and wavy lip. The piles of patterned vintage kilim pillows, woolen throws, and bleached jute rugs tempt me to give my bedroom a makeover. 

    basket at Farm Home

    Insider Tip: Farm Home Co. has a nearby boutique property accommodating up to ten people. In the heart of town and designed to farm home perfection, this 150-year-old white clapboard gem has family reunion written all over it.

    Ranch Camp outside

    And this one time, at Ranch Camp

    All this longing and coveting makes me hungry. So I beeline for Ranch Camp, a bike shop/biker hub/lunch spot perched on Mountain Road. Over 12 days, I ate there five times. Four of those times, I have The Rock, a warm grain bowl filled with black beans, arugula, corn salsa, sliced avo, brown basmati rice, and topped with perfectly grilled chicken. Four out of five times—yes, it’s that good.

    A full morning of non-skiing activities and a hearty grain bowl begs for downtime. I head home and begin a Eugene Levy movie marathon: American Pie, Best in Show, and Schitt’s Creek. Right around the time Jim starts stripping, I fall asleep. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, head to the couch and start streaming American Pie pronto).

    For those who prefer the big screen, the Stowe Cinema 3Plex has been in show business since 1972 and serves guests beer and cocktails at their seats. What better way to see the latest Oscar contenders than with a Stowe Cider or Heady Topper in hand?

    Insider Tip: A double India Pale Ale, Heady Topper is the 8th-best beer in the world according to Beer Advocate. It’s brewed in Stowe and Waterbury in tiny quantities, which gives it added allure in the craft beer-drinking world. A great place to try one of these famous brews is at The Alchemist, which also gives brewery tours.


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    von Trapp Family Lodge
    PC: Mark Vandenberg

    Stowe Inspiration: Day Two 

    I’m a part-time yogi. Occasionally, I’ll humor my husband and join him for a Warrior 3 or Downward Facing Dog. But no matter how often I practice, I only like the Shavasana part. For real yogis, Peak Yoga is located at The Swimming Hole, a fire-engine-red building just off Weeks Hill Road. A non-profit community pool and athletic center, this local fitness treasure is a hub for yogis and athletes alike. 

    Insider Tip: The Swimming Hole offers day passes. This means anyone can take advantage of the facility while visiting Stowe. My favorite classes are Yin Yoga and Gentle Flow. Sign up for classes here.


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    The Hills Are Alive

    One of my favorite Stowe activities is snowshoeing. Anyone imagining unwieldy tennis racket-type snow boot attachments, please join me in the present day. Snowshoes today are high-tech, comfortable, and pretty badass. Click here for proof.

    Trapp cows

    A popular spot to snowshoe and cross-country ski is the Trapp Family Lodge. Yes, the von Trapps of The Sound of Music fame. The von Trapps escaped to Stowe after fleeing Austria in the 1940’s. Their vast hilltop property offers sweeping panoramic views of the Worcester Mountains and has snow-covered fields dotted with herds of endearing Scottish Highland cows.  

    Insider Tip: If you don’t already own a pair of snowshoes or cross-country skis, it’s a snap to rent them on-site at Trapps. Pinnacle Ski & Sports is another place in town that will take care of all rental equipment needs.

    Bear Pond Books
    PC: Mark Vandenberg

    On Main

    If you have the energy, wander Stowe’s Main Street. In a word, it’s delightful. I inevitably find myself absorbed in the best-seller section of Bear Pond Books. Beyond books, Bear Pond sells games, puzzles, note cards, and unique gifts. One level below Bear Pond is Stowe Mercantile. With old-fashioned candy jars brimming with jawbreakers, sour balls, and rock candy, the Mercantile is a childhood dream come to life.

    Insider Tip: While typically more crowded due to its Main Street location, Black Cap Coffee & Bakery whips up fantastic brews and is set in a historic Vermont building across from the church and community center. Women-owned and run, Black Cap also serves breakfast and lunch.

    Off Main

    Sometimes, you have to take a few detours to find hidden gems. A few of my favorite places for retail therapy are not on Main Street. At least not anymore. Archery Close has moved to the Mountain Road. And thank god they did. With all this beautiful space to show off their curated collection of emerging designers, I might grab a sleeping bag and move in. Some of my favorite brands live here, like ba&sh, Marine Layer, Faherty, and Amundsen.

    Next door, another Stowe essential has taken advantage of more space. Family-owned Commodities Natural Market has specialty groceries, IPAs, Vermont beef, farm-fresh eggs, and about a thousand other things you will want to take home. If you are self-catering at an Airbnb or a rental, you can’t do better than this cozy Chipotle Cheddar beef chili recipe from Half-Baked Harvest (is there nothing a block of cream cheese can’t improve?). You’ll find everything you need to make it (even Gochuchang) at Commodities.

    And lastly, don’t leave town without visiting one (or both) of Coco Goose’s Stowe boutiques. From Herno puffers and Veronica Beard blazers to about a hundred styles of denim, Coco Goose knows its audience. Yes, it’s us, the non-skiers of Stowe! The 2038 Mountain Road location is attached to Après, a super cool cocktail and wine bar in an unexpected location. So once you’re shopped out, you can revive with a gin martini. Remember: you don’t need to ski to après!

    Grab a Plate

    Time for dinner already? Head back to Main Street. Using seasonal ingredients, Plate is a culinary highlight of any trip to Stowe. Its lively and convivial atmosphere keeps diners in place long after the meal has ended. One of my favorite plates at Plate has never left the menu—Vegan ‘Crab Cakes’. Made from hearts of palm and topped with a cashew aioli, it’s one of the restaurant’s most popular starters. 

    Other temptations at Plate include the Little Leaf Farm Lettuce with grapefruit wedges, maple granola, and avocado and the Grilled Pork Chop with bacon, brussel sprout slaw, and apple butter. Chef Aaron Martin and his wife Jennifer have brilliantly paired a small-town atmosphere with a big-city menu.

    Insider Tip: Plate used to be old-school and take dinner reservations by phone only, but are now easily accessed via Open Table. Can’t get a table? Head to the bar instead. First come, first served!

    The Notch hike

    Stowe Inspiration: Day Three

    Despite my allergy to early wake-ups, I make exceptions beyond pretty sunrises. Hiking is an activity I enjoy year-round. In Stowe, there are trails to accommodate every fitness level. The Notch is one of the most user-friendly—a 3.5-mile paved pass between Stowe and Cambridge.

    During the winter, the road is closed to vehicles due to the steep switchbacks that make navigating dangerous. This annual closure makes it a wonderful place to hike, snowshoe, cross-country ski, or even sled. 

    Massive boulders and 1,000-foot cliffs give the area a prehistoric air. I wind my way to the top under a canopy of snow-laden firs and paper birch trees. The Notch is an ideal way to burn pre-lunch calories.

    Coloring book

    Dashing through the snow

    Not all outdoor activities in Stowe require elevating heart rates. Topnotch, a high-end hotel, offers festive sleigh rides. Beautiful Edson Hill has an outdoor apres-ski firepit available to guests whether they’ve skied or not. Spruce Peak Village has an ice skating rink, and the landscape offers miles of snowmobiling trails. 

    Our snowmobiling trip was an unexpected highlight, as I’d rather hunker down with a mug of chamomile tea before a roaring fire with my markers than get on an unwieldy piece of motorized metal in the snow. But the team at Stowe Snowmobile knows exactly what they are doing. After a short indoor video, a short outdoor tutorial, and memorizing the safety mantra, “When in trouble, let go!” I was ready to tackle the trails—all 25 miles of them. It was two of the most fun, snow-filled hours I’ve had in 40 years.

    Covered bridge Stowe
    PC: Mark Vandenberg

    Non-active activities

    Stowe is inherently enchanting. I often take a drive in search of the area’s covered bridges. SLR and iPhone in tow, I wind up and around the hills, admiring the mountains as I go. 

    One bridge worth seeking out is Goldbrook Bridge, aka Emily’s Bridge. Built in 1844, this Howe Truss bridge is said to be haunted by Emily’s ghost. Another is barn red Brookdale Bridge, located at the Rec Path’s end. Photo ops abound in Stowe. Aside from coloring, it’s probably my favorite non-active activity.

    Insider Tip: Avoid Main Street, Mountain Road, and Shaw’s Supermarket like the plague starting around 3-4pm. This is when all those hungry skiers and snowboarders leave the mountain en masse—creating traffic havoc and unwieldy check-out lines.

    Spa-Bound

    Even days when I don’t clock more than 2,000 steps, a winter massage is always welcome. The Spa at Topnotch has treatments to warm guests from the inside out. Take your pick from the extensive menu: Thai, deep tissue, CBD, magnesium, or a side-by-side massage with your partner. With scrubs, facials, peels, and infusions, the Spa at Topnotch is a full-day activity in my book.

    Unwind at Cork

    Nothing completes my day like a glass of wine. Cork is a wine bar designed for unwinding on a Stowe side street just off Main. Vermont’s first and only natural wine shop and restaurant, its dimly lit atmosphere draws many locals. Small bites like croquettes, baked brie, and focaccia with whipped ricotta pair well with my bold cabernet. 

    After dinner, I step outside the restaurant and notice the dramatic underlighting of Stowe’s church steeple. A few snowflakes fall, which adds to the setting of the fairy tale. According to the forecast, a storm is on the way. I head home and fall into a deep sleep.


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    Winter in stowe
    PC: Mark Vandenberg

    Let it Snow Stowe

    I wake up at 7am and am on the mountain within an hour. It’s 22 degrees, and the skies are a dense, foggy gray. At the Quad’s summit, the visibility is compromised, and snow conditions are frozen granular, at best. More people are flying down Lord and Sunrise than I would like. There isn’t a single hot ski instructor in sight.

    It’s epic.


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    5 Stowe FAQs:

    How do I get to Stowe?
    Stowe is about a 45-minute drive from Burlington International Airport (BTV). Fly into Burlington, rent a car, and you’ll be winding through snowy mountain roads in no time.

    What’s the population of Stowe?
    Just under 6,000 people call Stowe home. Small town. Big personality.

    How big is Stowe?
    Stowe covers about 72 square miles—about the size of San Francisco, just with more x-country trails and fewer tech bros.

    Do I need a car?
    Yes. While the main village is walkable, most of Stowe’s best spots—trails, coffee shops, covered bridges—are a short drive away. Having a car is key.

    Is Stowe dog-friendly?
    Very. You’ll find trails, paths, and even inns that welcome your four-legged BFFs.


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  • This is winter in Finland. An Arctic Family Adventure.

    This is winter in Finland. An Arctic Family Adventure.

    “Winter in Finland? Are you crazy? Who does that?” 

    Having been on the receiving end of these questions not long ago, I gave my answers heavy thought. ‘Yes.’, ‘Unclear.’, and ‘Me, apparently.’ I don’t have the stats on winter tourism in Finland. But, I can say with absolute certainty, that for those who crave unusual and adrenaline-filled adventures, winter in Finland is the place to go. 

    Read on for details of our week of snow-filled adventures in the Arctic. Who knew there would be so much to say about a vacation spent in almost complete darkness?

    Is it crazy to go to Finland in the dead of winter? You decide.


    Northern Lights
    2:58am

    Winter In Finland

    I wanted to go to Finland to witness the Northern Lights. In Finnish Lapland, I was told, seeing the lights is all but guaranteed. What other reason would anyone travel to a place with 22 hours of inescapable darkness each day? Why go, if not to see this spectacular natural phenomenon—the Aurora Borealis.

    This was a family trip, however, and the rest of my crew had little interest in the Northern Lights. I had to convince them there were endless things to do in Finland in December. Were there? I started to panic, then googled ’winter in Finland’. 

    276,000,000 results. We were going to be just fine.

    Explorations and Expectations

    Winter in Finland, I assume incorrectly, is solely about the Northern Lights. As every Finn already knows, the lights are not the reason to come—they’re merely a bonus. Winter in Finland is a layered experience. One that is, at times, as subtle as an elongated afternoon shadow. Or, as obvious as the sound of dry snow crunching underfoot.

    I expect unique cold-weather activities, like dog-sledding and ice-carting. I expect warm fires, hot drinks, and cozy if unusual, meals. What I don’t expect is the chance to be fully immersed in Finnish culture. To take part in centuries-old customs, like having tea inside a traditional Kota. The opportunity to get under the skin of this harsh, remote, and majestic polar landscape.

    How does a person who isn’t fond of being cold, cold-weather activities, and long, dark days end up falling for the Arctic? It’s all about the adventure.

    Trees
    1:04pm

    Where Is Lapland? 

    You don’t know? Ok, I didn’t either. Thankfully there’s this wonderful website called Wikipedia that answers all questions that ever need answering. If Wikipedia doesn’t know the answer, then it isn’t a question.

    Wikipedia tells me that Lapland is the region of northern Europe that lies within the Arctic Circle. It includes the northernmost parts of Sweden, Norway, Finland, and Russia and is home to the Sámi people.

    Finnish Lapland has about 10,000 native Sámi and is widely associated with Christmas, Santa Claus, and the North Pole. Truth be told, it has the infrastructure for year-round tourism that extends well beyond St. Nick.

    Geography lesson complete. Let’s move on to the fun part.


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    Beana Laponia
    10:13am

    Winter in Finland: Arctic Adventures

    Normally, I write about our accommodations first, to set the stage (literally) for our trips. Winter in Finland is unlike other places we’ve traveled to. It’s more like planning a polar safari than a traditional vacation. Whereas typically, I start my searches with a hotel or resort then back out to activities and excursions, Finland flips the script. It’s more about what to do than where to do it.

    I consider how to best order our family’s week of Arctic adventures, of which there are four main daytime highlights. I use the term ‘daytime’ loosely, as the sun rises at 11am and sets at 1pm. 

    That’s not a typo. Twenty or so hours of near-pitch darkness illuminated nightly by a few billion twinkling stars. Of all varieties of darkness, this is the most beautiful, no doubt.

    Aha! I’ll ask the kids to weigh in. They don’t agree on the order. Have they ever agreed on anything? What follows are personal rankings from Ella (17), and Chase (15). 

    Keep in mind these are teenagers, that weird breed of human who’s impossible to please. Salty and moody most waking hours, of which there are few. Demonstrative happiness is rare.

    Until Finland, that is.

    9:45am

    Ice Carting (Chase #1, Ella #3)

    Our alarm goes off at 9am. It’s pitch-dark outside. Let me be more clear. It’s obsidian dark, raven dark, swarthy, inky, coal mine dark. This is winter in Finland, I remind myself again.

    Oh, and it’s -7 degrees. ‘What am I doing here?’. My lifeline, the in-room Nespresso machine, is only a few feet away. I crawl towards it like a weary polar explorer discovering shelter. That’s pretty dramatic. A luxury polar explorer. This room is pretty cushy.

    Lapland winter activities are well-timed and designed to overlap the fleeting light-filled hours of the day. Yet without light cues, it’s hard to wake up despite the civilized hour. 

    The Arctic gods are testing us. Our coldest day aligns with our coldest outdoor activity—ice carting. If we survive this, the days ahead will feel like spring.

    Nikita is our guide for the week. We pile into his toasty, pre-heated van. I’m wearing 14 layers of clothing and immediately begin to sweat. It seems I have much to learn about the art of layering.

    At the gear hut, we add on a full-body snowsuit, along with balaclavas, helmets, and heat warmers for our gloves and boots. I’ve quickly surmised that fashion is utterly irrelevant in the Arctic, but don’t ever say that to your 17-year-old daughter.

    The track outside looks desolate. Our Finnish instructors are doing jumping jacks to keep warm. A bad sign. I couldn’t do a jumping jack if I tried. Layered up, I weigh nearly 250 pounds.

    Ice carting
    10:30am

    The Fun Part

    I’ve painted a bleak picture. But, the minute I hit the gas on the ice cart everything else is forgotten. I’m instantly taken back to my amusement park days at the Jersey shore. My competitive side kicks into high gear. I’m the worst driver in my family, which is depressing as my son doesn’t even have a license yet.

    The extreme cold is blunted by extreme fun. On a glossy sheet of ice, we push the limits of our inner NASCAR drivers. We ‘accidentally’ crash into one another, which is frowned upon. These are not bumper cars. Luckily, our guides are too immersed in their cardio workout to notice.

    Chase

    The wind on my face, while cold, is exhilarating. Ice flakes crystallize our eyebrows and eyelashes. They sting our nose hairs. TMI? The guttural sound of revving engines is Pavlovian and I go full throttle. Lewis Hamilton would be impressed with my performance.

    Ice carting
    11:58am

    Winners and Loser

    After several laps, our instructors stop exercising and signal us off the track. It’s time for a hot drink and snack. This, we will learn, is the routine that makes all Finnish winter activities tolerable. A mid-activity break to warm the senses. It’s noon. Is the sun going up or down? It’s too hard to tell. I’m too cold to care.

    We drink hot berry tea from traditional Finnish cups at the trackside fire pit. It’s a moment to recalibrate before the finalé—a ‘friendly’ family race. I look over at the track. It reminds me of my TYCO Challenge 100 electric racing set, circa 1983. I channel my lost inner tomboy and prepare my racing mindset.

    I slink back into my cart and start the engine. The flag goes down and I hit the gas with all 250 lbs of body weight behind me. My cart slides off the track as often as my electric race car did in 1983. Needless to say, I lose. Everyone else in my family, however, claims to win. And since we can’t tell who is who under all of the matching gear, we will never know for sure.

    At 130pm, we return to the lodge for lunch. We argue over who won the race and decide how to spend the remainder of the day, I mean, night. For me, sauna, read, and sit by the fire. 

    I start shedding layers.


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    Ella and husky
    10:46am

    Dog Sledding (Chase #2, Ella #2)

    Beana Laponia, the family-run boutique lodge where we are staying, owns over 500 huskies. Interestingly, we learn they’ve been brought over from Alaska. Today, we are going to enjoy the peaceful sport of dog sledding. Our guide, Toni (the dog whisperer of Finland), has an ease and lightness about him that belies his 20-something years. 

    It’s a balmy, windless, 5 degrees outside. Toni is dressed like he’s about to take on the Back Bowls of Vail in spring. I wear fewer layers than yesterday, but not many. Toni gives us vital instructions on maneuvering the sleds and controlling the speed of the 17 huskies. I can’t hear a word he is saying. The dogs are yelping and barking at a decibel level that’s shaking the snow off the trees. 

    I let Ella drive first. Maybe she’s heard Toni’s instructions? I slide under the sled’s warm reindeer pelt. My view is less than ideal, lining up directly with the backsides of two decidedly male huskies. They leap over one another as if the snow beneath their paws is on fire. The howling could wake the dead. My ears are ringing. Am I having fun yet?

    Dog sledding at noon
    11:51am

    The Fun Part

    Then the most amazing thing happens. Toni unleashes the sleds, and all at once, the world quiets. What was a tangle of huskies, ropes, and primal howling is now instantaneously tranquil. 

    The sounds of shushing sleds and huffing huskies envelop me. I take a deep breath and notice how the low-angled winter sun creates long dramatic shadows on the snow. Our color landscape reads black and white, and the snow-laden pines disappear into the milky sky.

    Since I’m not driving, I get to take photos and admire the views. Not the view directly in front of me, mind you. The pines are dressed for winter, bundled up in their fluffy white coats, and huddled together like a troop of weary soldiers. The branches keel under the weight of heavy snow, which every so often surprises us with an invigorating snow shower.

    Fire
    12:02pm

    Later, over the mid-ride fire Toni builds on a mound of snow (yes, he’s that bad-ass), and we learn each litter of huskies has themed names. The ‘candy’ litter includes pups called Bounty and Snickers. But not Mars, however, who belongs in the ‘planet’ litter with Pluto and Venus. Toni tells there’s a ‘virus’ litter with variants like Delta and Omicron. But, that could just be Finnish humor I fail to comprehend.

    Trees in the light
    12:07pm

    Through a gap in the trees, I notice the sky. Lavender streaks the pointy tips of the pines. Ethereal shades of blue and pink emerge. The sun is rising/setting at a speed I can’t mentally compute. I run to a clearing and stand in awe, turning in circles to fully commit it to memory. Regrettably, this agitates the dogs who also start turning in circles. They bark, howl, and cause all-around canine chaos.

    The color display vanishes. We head back to the lodge for lunch and argue over who the dogs liked best. I can’t wait to begin the chill portion of my day. Another sauna, more reading by the fire*, and a nap. My husband and son grab headlamps and a trail map to embark on a snowshoe trek. Ella doesn’t tell us what she’s doing. We don’t ask.


    Book

    *Book It

    If you haven’t read Nathaniel Ian Miller’s debut novel, The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven, run, don’t walk, to your closest bookstore. This extraordinary account of a young Swede who seeks solitude in the Arctic Circle after a tragic accident is sublime and begs to be read by a warm fire. The descriptions of the Arctic are so convincing, I got chilly while reading it.


    Snowmobiling with Ella
    11:02am

    Snowmobiling (Chase #3 Ella #1)

    Another 9am wake-up. Another arduous climb to the Nespresso machine. I can’t wake up. I hate cold. Not fun. We layer up and head to the lodge’s gear hut to meet Yonas, our snowmobiling guide. Yonas is ruggedly handsome and naturally charming. The Finnish version of Matthew McConaughey circa Dazed and Confused. Ok, this is getting fun.

    After a few lessons on how to operate the snowmobiles, we pair up and are on our way. Again, I draw the lucky straw and get Ella, who takes to the throttle like a cheetah chasing the weakest impala. I cling to her for dear life as we round narrow forest turns, race over frozen lakes, and fly across the snow-covered landscape. 

    Snowmobiling
    11:10am

    The Fun Part 

    The whole thing is the fun part. Ridiculous, fast, crazy fun. I haven’t seen Ella this happy since a Justin Bieber concert in 2017. 

    The sky is a rich, cloudy, cobalt blue, which casts a celestial tint across all of Lapland. The few pine branches not draped in snow become the only way to differentiate the earth from the sky. A remote, isolated and untouched world.  

    We pull up to the lodge exhausted and hungry, but happy. At lunch, I let the three of them squabble over who was the best driver. For the next four hours we cuddle up and binge watch space movies. I fall asleep, despite Matthew McConaughey’s stellar Interstellar performance.

    Reindeer farm
    11:48am

    Reindeer Farm Visit (Chase #4, Ella #4)

    My favorite daytime winter activity is the lowest ranked on Chase and Ella’s list. A visit to a working reindeer farm. It’s the week’s most relaxing and leisurely excursion, which surely influences this imbalance. Embarrassingly, I didn’t even know reindeer existed until I planned this trip. Did you? I don’t believe you.

    The farm has been family-run for generations and our guide is none other than the owner herself. Her traditional Finnish garb, coupled with the surrounding mystical reindeer, make me feel I’ve just gate-crashed Santa’s holiday party. 

    1:33pm

    We learn the farm has over 150 reindeer. Thankfully the owner offers this information voluntarily, as our guide tells us it’s considered a rude question. The equivalent of asking how much money a person earns. Thank you, Nikita. Finnish faux-pas averted.

    The reindeer are curious, friendly, and utterly loopy. Farm-trained for 3-5 years, they subsist on a diet of grass, lichen, and mushrooms. Hence, the perpetual loopiness. Their coats are all shades of the coffee rainbow from mocha brown to vanilla latte. Is it obvious my days are caffeine-fueled?

    Reindeer roam the country freely for six months each year. Eventually, these half-wild mammals are rounded up and divided among their rightful owners. This is easily determined by a distinct cut on the ear, similar to the way a rancher brands cattle. 

    Babies are often born during this reindeer ‘rumspringa’. The farmers determine who owns which newborn just by noticing which mamas tend to which calves. A brilliant baby sorting system, indeed.

    Reindeer
    12:11pm

    The Fun Part

    The idea of being pulled on a sleigh by reindeer makes me as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning. With no prerequisite skills needed and lots of cozy blankets, reindeer sledding is the cold-weather activity for me. We swiftly glide along quiet narrow paths and take in the pure, powdery panorama. 

    I spot a large arctic hare sitting against a nearby pine. Ten inches of fresh snow sit atop a wooden fence on one side of me and endless forest views are on the other. Unlike the dogs, the reindeer are silent creatures (and high as kites, remember), so the ride is peaceful in its entirety. 

    We stop for the mid-ride warm-up ritual we have come to expect and love. Billowy puffs of smoke escape the roof of a nearby cabin. It’s a Kota—a rustic, enclosed, hexagon with a central grill surrounded by wooden, reindeer pelt-covered benches. It’s a scene from a fairy tale, and I half expect the fabled Snow Queen to join us.

    Kota
    12:40pm

    Our master of ceremonies makes us tea and jam crepes. We grill juicy sausages on long metal skewers, turning them until they glow and sizzle. As we eat, she recounts stories of her family, her reindeer, and her life in Lapland.

    We discover the biggest gift a parent can give a child is their own reindeer ‘mark’, even if they have yet to own many of their own reindeer. And, eating reindeer is an everyday occurrence. Our experience in the Kota is natural and organic—a slice of Finnish life. 

    Nikita meets us at the farm’s entrance and we pile into the warm van. Ella and Chase bicker over who would survive in the Arctic longer. I’m ready to let them give it a go.

    At the lodge, we de-layer and find our own little nooks to cozy up until dinner. The sky is turning deep dark shades of blue and I feel totally at peace.

    Daniel and Chase snowshoeing
    2:30pm

    This is Winter in Finland, Embrace the Arctic

    While I’ve only highlighted a few winter activities from our family trip to Finland, there are countless more to enjoy, as my 276,000,000 ‘Winter in Finland’ search results confirm.

    Ice fishing, tobogganing, skiing, ice floating, ice skating, and kick sledding are the tip of the polar iceberg. Not to mention other cultural activities, including visits with Arctic explorers and Finnish shamans. My next post will describe all of that and more. And why winter in Finland is a family holiday for the truly adventure-minded.

    ‘What did the kids think?’ I’m repeatedly asked since returning home. I’ll admit now that a part of me worried they’d hate it. They didn’t, of course. Extreme adventure is always a winner with my kids.

    Out of curiosity, I googled how many visitors visit Finnish Lapland in the winter. In 2019, a record-breaking 3.1 million tourists headed to the far north.

    Winter in Finland? Perhaps not so crazy after all?


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