A dear mountain bike trail-builder friend of mine is about to start a brutal non-chemo cancer treatment. Over a bike ride and beers, he asked us friends to, "Bring, [to the treatment], any little buddies or implements of destruction that you think can help you tear into a mountain. I'm sticking with the basic chainsaw and Pulaski, but I think somebody has a line on some dynamite".

He'd be pissed I shared this, but god-damn that's some Hunter S. Thompson stones right there. His way of balancing humor into heaviness inspired me to attempt to express our friendship with  the levity and strong camaraderie in this shot.  Here's the team I assembled, the force is strong in them.