There’s something undeniably thrilling about being scooped from Rovaniemi’s city center—promptly, I might add—and driven straight into the heart of Lapland’s winter wilderness. Before the tour even began, Bearhill Husky had already impressed me: they responded right away to my last-minute request for an infant car seat, a small gesture that made a world of difference for a traveling parent.
When we arrived at the husky farm, the air was filled with the sharp scent of snow and the unmistakable chorus of excited howls. I learned that most of their dogs are Alaskan huskies, lean and athletic, aged between two and five years old. They’re fed a performance diet of Royal Canin—no surprise, given their stamina. Before our run, we met two impossibly adorable puppies—aptly named Ben and Jerry—who tumbled over each other in the snow as if auditioning for their own ice cream flavor. We listened as the adult huskies warmed up their voices, a rising, echoing howl that vibrated through the trees.
We were lucky that there was just enough snowfall that day to do the “Running With the Pack” experience. Bearhill offers a few different options, including the chance to drive your own team, but with an infant in tow we opted for a professional musher. It turned out to be the perfect choice. As we settled into the sled—my baby tucked securely on my lap, two other adults behind us—the musher explained how he guides the dogs through voice cues and subtle weight shifts.
The moment the huskies sensed the go-ahead, they erupted into barks sharp enough to startle my little one—but only for a few seconds. As soon as the sled lunged forward, the baby melted into calm and eventually drifted into sleep, rocked by the steady rhythm of the runners against snow.
The 5-km route took us deep into the Lapland forest, right as the sun began its brief winter descent—around 2 p.m.—casting a coppery glow across the trees. We carved through winding bends that sent a quick jolt of adrenaline through the sled, and then hit a stretch of uphill terrain where the dogs took a collective breath and powered forward, every muscle working in perfect unison. There were moments of wild exhilaration and moments of serene stillness, the kind that makes you forget the rest of the world entirely.
By the time we returned to the farm, I felt both energized and deeply grounded. As a traveler and as a mother, it was one of those rare experiences that felt equally safe, thrilling, and unforgettable.
If the weather cooperates next time, I’d love to return for a run across the frozen lake—an even more cinematic backdrop for an already extraordinary adventure. Bearhill Husky didn’t just deliver a tour; they delivered a memory I can’t wait to chase again.
When we arrived at the husky farm, the air was filled with the sharp scent of snow and the unmistakable chorus of excited howls. I learned that most of their dogs are Alaskan huskies, lean and athletic, aged between two and five years old. They’re fed a performance diet of Royal Canin—no surprise, given their stamina. Before our run, we met two impossibly adorable puppies—aptly named Ben and Jerry—who tumbled over each other in the snow as if auditioning for their own ice cream flavor. We listened as the adult huskies warmed up their voices, a rising, echoing howl that vibrated through the trees.
We were lucky that there was just enough snowfall that day to do the “Running With the Pack” experience. Bearhill offers a few different options, including the chance to drive your own team, but with an infant in tow we opted for a professional musher. It turned out to be the perfect choice. As we settled into the sled—my baby tucked securely on my lap, two other adults behind us—the musher explained how he guides the dogs through voice cues and subtle weight shifts.
The moment the huskies sensed the go-ahead, they erupted into barks sharp enough to startle my little one—but only for a few seconds. As soon as the sled lunged forward, the baby melted into calm and eventually drifted into sleep, rocked by the steady rhythm of the runners against snow.
The 5-km route took us deep into the Lapland forest, right as the sun began its brief winter descent—around 2 p.m.—casting a coppery glow across the trees. We carved through winding bends that sent a quick jolt of adrenaline through the sled, and then hit a stretch of uphill terrain where the dogs took a collective breath and powered forward, every muscle working in perfect unison. There were moments of wild exhilaration and moments of serene stillness, the kind that makes you forget the rest of the world entirely.
By the time we returned to the farm, I felt both energized and deeply grounded. As a traveler and as a mother, it was one of those rare experiences that felt equally safe, thrilling, and unforgettable.
If the weather cooperates next time, I’d love to return for a run across the frozen lake—an even more cinematic backdrop for an already extraordinary adventure. Bearhill Husky didn’t just deliver a tour; they delivered a memory I can’t wait to chase again.
