Idahome: Bikepacking in God’s Country
Words by Aimee Gilchrist, photos noted in Gallery Captions
God’s Country Day 1: Captain’s Log
The pain felt like a feathery flame, arriving fierce and lacing itself into the layers of fibers in my quads. I bend over my bars to stretch and shake the lactic acid bath pooling in my legs. My chest strains to keep air in my lungs when it desperately wants to escape. I glance around to see if the others show similar conditions to help calm my mind. Although I had fared well earlier in the day when we were sticking to the fire roads, now the steep grade of this narrow, rutted trail has me feeling worked. I’m barely keeping my inner dialogue silenced. The steeper and higher we climb up the pass, the weaker my mental fortitude becomes.