The Reinebringen ridge — The hike above Reine is the region's signature view: a steep climb up a long stone stairway — the "Sherpa steps", built by Nepalese stoneworkers — to a knife-edge ridge 448 metres up, looking straight down on the village, the red cabins and the fjord threading between peaks. It is short but genuinely steep and can be busy; go early, wear proper footwear, and check conditions, as the upper section is exposed and closes in bad weather or ice.
A boat into the Reinefjorden — From Reine harbour, small passenger and charter boats run into the Reinefjorden — a wild, roadless fjord walled by peaks — to the tiny hamlets of Vindstad and Kirkefjord. From Vindstad a marked path crosses to Bunes, a vast sweep of empty sand under sheer cliffs, one of Lofoten's great hidden beaches. It is the quiet counterpoint to the Reinebringen crowds and the only way to reach the fjord's inner reaches.
Living in a rorbu over the water — Half the point of Reine is staying in a rorbu — an old red fishermen's cabin on stilts, many now converted for visitors, waking with the water beneath the floor and the peaks in the window. It is the classic Lofoten stay, and Reine, Hamnøy and Sakrisøy have some of the most photogenic. Book well ahead; the best cabins go early, especially in the aurora and midnight-sun seasons.
The midnight sun and the northern lights — Reine's latitude means extremes of light. From roughly late May to mid-July the sun never sets, and the peaks and cabins glow through the small hours — the best time for late-night walks and photography. From roughly September to March the dark returns and the aurora dances over the fjord on clear nights. Either way, the light is as much the experience as the landscape.
Beaches and villages along the E10 — The road out to Reine strings together some of Lofoten's finest sights. Stop for the white-sand, turquoise-water beaches of Kvalvika (a short hike), Ramberg and Skagsanden further back up the archipelago, and the surf breaks that draw Arctic surfers even in winter. Between them, the red-cabin hamlets and fish-drying racks make the whole drive a slow, stop-start pleasure.