It was the summer of 1970, I had just graduated from highschool. I got a job at Kensington working on the Riverboat, the Island Queen, a 28-ton paddle wheel boat that we gave tours around Kent lake on. I was the first mate the Captain was Leon or Louie I can’t remember. I was responsible for seating the passengers, putting the gangplank down and up and tying off the boat. On occasion I would drive the boat and the captain would be the first mate. On this day I was performing my first mate duties. We had a retirement group of about 40 passengers on the lower deck and quite a few passengers on the upper deck, our capacity was about 80 people. About halfway through the days trip there were two loud splashes off the port side. Two highschool boys jumped from the top deck and swam to the point we were going by and ran up the hill. The captain stopped the boat, reversed the paddles then we went forward and beached the bow on the point. I jumped off the boat onto the point and ran after the two boys. After about half a mile of running I caught them on one of the roads in Kensington. I grabbed them, turned them around, and marched them back to the Island Queen. As we came out of the trees down the hill the entire bottom deck erupted in cheers and clapping to see the culprits brought back. I set the two in the front row by the captain and myself with 40 grandmothers and grandfathers surrounding them giving them what for for the rest of the trip. Probably a worse punishment than they actually received when we turned them over to the park rangers at the dock. HIgh times on the seas at Kensington Park. -Doug