
Skiing in the Land of the Midnight Sun
Christopher Solomon, New York Times
THE helipad was little more than a flat patch of snow roped off between some parked cars and the hotel. The chopper didn't inspire confidence, either: it was an ancient-looking craft, with a nearly 50-year-old fuselage and a crack in the bubble windshield. But this lawn dart, I was assured, was a gem — an Alouette III, the classic French mountain helicopter. After some perfunctory instruction by the mountain guide, we climbed aboard and belted in. Blades Cuisinarted the air. Seats shook. Two guys taking off their ski boots next to the helipad ducked for cover. Then we were hammering south into empty mountains.When the helicopter shut down the rotor atop 5,209-foot Vouitasrita, the silence poured in to fill the void. Our mountain guide waved a pole south across a horizon of white breakers. "More or less everything you see here, we can heli-ski," he said — all the way to the Finland border, to the east. The summit of 6,926-foot Kebnekaise, Sweden's highest mountain, nosed for prominence on the southern horizon.
This was an April evening in the land of the midnight sun.






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