A frosty tradition

I’m sure I’ll lose a lot of you on this one pretty quick—but hear me out! I’m not saying it has to become an annual thing, but I do think everyone should give it a try at least once in their lives. I’m talking about Polar Dipping. I know many people are doing cold plunges as a regular activity and I’m so happy for you—if that’s your thing, I hear it’s great. Definitely not for me though; I’m cold just thinking about it. Yet in my mind, the New Year’s Day Polar Dip is an entirely different animal.

Renewed interest in this frosty tradition began growing in my household two winters ago. We have friends who have done the dips as a kick off to the new year for ages. They swear by it. I myself have only partaken on three occasions, but I didn’t regret it either time. So as plans began to form, it was decided we’d take the family and join in a little private dip off a spot close to one of our homes.

There’s something to be said about willing yourself into our East Coast waters in the middle of winter. It’s intimidating—you stand there thinking, “Why do I want to do this? Maybe I don’t really?” Then the countdown is on and you’re running straight in! I suppose the reasons are different for everyone: it could be the challenge, a metaphorical clean slate, or just for a laugh. Whatever brings your mind to it, I say let the body follow. You become so invigorated. The shock to your system is really unparalleled, but in the most surprisingly pleasant way.

I’ve already decided to start 2026 off with a polar dip, partially because writing about it has reminded me of the thrill you get, but also because my daredevil 11-year-old has been “training” for weeks. Her first attempt to do it stalled out at the shore, and I didn’t drag her in—she said I should have. After a year of that talk, the next dip required no hand holding. Although she’s yet to face a year with ice, she may be a lifer.

There are a number of places that hold an annual Polar Bear Dip—Charlottetown, Summerside, and North Rustico, for instance—each with a solid group of enthusiastic plungers. If a big crowd isn’t your preference, you can always grab a group of buds and head to an open shore. We do live on an island; there are plenty to pick from.

Now that I’ve convinced you, let’s get the basics in your bag. Wear a pair of sneakers and socks—you don’t want to cut up your feet. Take those off as soon as you’re out though. Packing a robe or easy-on sweater, a toque, mitts, and a couple towels is a must. You come out feeling very invincible, but you’re not, so bring a friend and something warm to put in your belly afterwards. Dippers’ choice.