After a breezy day in Nuuk—too gusty for excursions, to everyone’s dismay—the captain announced a scenic detour through the fjords of southwestern Greenland. As we entered the winding waters of Nuup Kangerlua and Kangerluarsunnguaq, the morning fog lifted like a curtain, revealing sheer cliffs, streaked rock faces, and drifting icebergs. A naturalist narrated the unfolding drama: glacial geology, sea ice dynamics, and the occasional gull—kittiwakes and fulmars wheeling above the still water. No whales, no seals, just silence, mist, and the steady pulse of the ship. As we emerged from the fjords, the fog returned as if on cue, and the foghorns echoed into the night. This unexpected day brought quiet joy to all as we pressed on toward our next stop.