This weekend I had the chance to tell some YGW stories to some folks that had not heard them 500 times like the rest of my friends. I enjoy telling the stories because they're almost too good to be true, but I sometimes wonder if I sound like one of those people who make up stories all the time. So yesterday, when I was looking for an old word file on my computer, I came across a picture of me sporting my Rocky Mountain Security Service uni and the dirty-harry-style revolver they gave me, and I knew I had to post it. Unfortunately, this morning I couldn't find it again, so this will have to do. Taken somewhere in North Dakota, this photo commemorates an instance when Cory and I resorted to praying for a gas station after driving for what seemed like hours on dead empty. God's answer was to lead us to this tiny town, which boasted exactly one gas pump on the side of a building that was not clearly marked as a station. We were able to fill up though, and grabbed this picture on the way out of town.

a couple other pictures follow....