eading west from åre with the aid of rail, we watch the forest and softly rounded fells roll with the aid of, all of the way up to the border metropolis of storlien. i’m with my daughter, maddy (15) and we’re intrigued at this crossing point: a forlorn vintage railway station within the excessive desert along the swedish-norwegian border. with twilight stealing in, we switch trains and prompt, charging downhill into norway.