I’m Alone in a remote Canadian wilderness, stranded on a floating platform the size of six compact parking spaces. It could be the start of a gritty survival story but for what else is on the dock: a firepit, some reading hammocks, three paddleboards, and a boxy wood-fired sauna whose picture window takes in the Vancouver Island vista. Less Jack London, more White Lotus.
The floating sauna belongs to Tofino Resort and Marina, a modest hotel that’s found sneaky ways to slip luxury into an otherwise unfancy scene. On this isolated dock, I’ll steam and sloth and noodle around the cold Canadian waters; on the
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