We got up between 5 and 6 every morning. We'd sit out on the balcony and have coffee with Joe and Carla.
Joe had a real knack for spotting whales. We'd all be sitting around yakking and drinking our coffee, and he'd yell, "There's a whale!" We'd all jump up and gape at the sea for a few moments - "Where?" This would happen several times every morning. Eventually, we did get to where we could spot them as well.
I knew my dad would love these Hawaiian sea crafts.