Beneath endless blue skies near the steadfast Point Amour Lighthouse, a gentle hush rolls over the land where sea and shore meet. This stretch of southern Labrador, with its jagged rocks and proud lighthouse, saw a special visitor in July—Lauren, a grand lady of the deep.

On a fine summer’s day, Lauren surfaced where the Strait of Belle Isle narrows, her presence as striking as the lighthouse’s beam. You could hear distant seabirds chattering, but when Lauren surfaced, even the Arctic terns seemed to pause to watch her. Her broad back glistened in the sunlight, an elegant contrast to the craggy cliffs onshore. It was the kind of day where sea spray hung in the air just right, cool and salty—a welcome touch on the cheeks of anyone lucky enough to witness her breeze through their binoculars.