There’s nothing quite like a breezy July day along the rugged shores when the mist lifts just enough for secrets to surface. That’s the sort of backdrop where Brock, a well-travelled humpback, chooses to make his entrance.

On a bright July morning in 2025, off the lookout at Grates Cove, folks had their cheeks cooled by briny wind and their eyes treated to the sight of Brock rising out of the blue. He moved with a purpose, carving slow, rolling arcs through the water—showing just enough of himself to enchant onlookers before dipping beneath the waves again. The sunlight sparkled on the sea, and those watching must’ve thought themselves lucky to catch even a glimpse.

Almost exactly a year later, in mid-July of 2026, word spread like wildfire upriver to Twillingate: Brock had been spotted again. This time, he was north of his last known haunt, swapping Grates Cove’s sheer cliffs for Twillingate’s storied icebergs and cheering seabirds. Perhaps drawn by capelin rolling in the shallows or the songs of others nearby, Brock seemed right at home amidst all the chatter and bustle.

Between these two sightings, there’s no telling where Brock’s hefty tail led him—beyond the reach of binoculars or the eager shouts from wharfs. But that’s the beauty of his journey: a thrilling hint at just how wide and wild the life of a humpback can be.