So, just as most skiers in the northern hemisphere are running out of options for spring skiing, the scene in Swedish Lapland is just beginning to go off. After breakfast on any typical day, the clouds can lift to reveal Riksgränsen washed in low, Arctic light, and, in an instant, the mountain will go from ghost town to a swarm of skiers tearing up powdery bowls, railing groomers, or backflipping off cornices like some frenzied winter carnival. This near-instantaneous transformation is a marquee for the resort’s potent draw — a little bit Alaska, a little bit Alps, and a whole lot of stoke. In bounds, there are just two chairlifts and four T-bars scaling 400 metres of vertical, but they top out above 30 marked runs on a treeless mountain where you can ski anywhere in any direction, including in and out of Norway. The entire mountain is a massive natural terrain park with rollers, wind-lips, cliffs, gullies and steep landings everywhere.