Sunday morning arrived with calm winds and a sky dotted with pudgy clouds. So my husband and I packed some carrot-berry muffins and took our boat for a short cruise around our front yard, the waters off Kodiak Island. As we sipped coffee in the wheelhouse, four orca whales surfaced near the bow and glided effortlessly through the water. They were so smooth, so regal. It was like watching my Dad do the foxtrot across the dance floor.