City guys may find peace in meditation. Up here, we jump into Georgian Bay and let the shock do the talking. I’ve worked at the marina in Parry Sound most of my life, guiding fishing trips and fixing boats. Some mornings the bay is flat as glass. Other days it tries to knock you around. Either way, you go in. The cold doesn’t care about your mood. It grabs your lungs and forces you to breathe properly. That’s the point. No overthinking. No spiraling. Just nerves firing and heart pounding. After, I sit on the dock with black coffee warming my hands. Steam rising. Boats rocking. Simple. You feel small out here, but not in a bad way. Just reminded. Shock first. Then calm.
My Marina Life - Cold plunges and coffee
