Come the next summer, Avalon was back—no fanfare, just the same serene poise. She wandered Witless Bay on June 29th, perhaps following the faint call of fish or simply old memory. By the next day, she’d drifted to Mobile Bay, earning another line in her curious travelogue. Two weeks later, she surfaced in Bay Bulls, that bustling harbour ringed by rolling green cliffs and tiny boats hoping for a show. Avalon was unhurried, content to weave her way through these scenic corners like a thread in a patchwork quilt.

Have you seen Avalon? Your photos and stories could fill the sea with knowledge, helping us understand where she’s been and where she might go next. Every submission adds another chapter to her tale—and maybe helps solve the puzzle of humpback travels.