Road to Radium Springs – Post-Ride Recap
A Relaxing Start
The ride was long and peaceful—long sweeping turns through open rolling hills made for a perfect early Saturday morning.
I slept in a little later than planned, which meant leaving later than I intended. But that’s the beauty of riding on my own schedule—no rush, no pressure. Sometimes it’s better to go with the flow instead of racing the clock.
Not used to carrying a backpack on rides, I double-checked everything before heading out. Unsure which Canon lenses I’d need, I brought them all. I ended up using all but one while at the park, so I’m glad I packed them. I still need more practice with the Canon, but this trip gave me the chance to put it to work.
On the Road
Before leaving, I filmed an intro. As the ride went on, the backpack’s weight became noticeable, and the lack of wind protection made itself known. The cool morning air reminded me just how nice heated grips are—something you really feel when you’re wearing thin BMX-style gloves.
The ride itself was still a joy. Sure, I’ll feel it tomorrow, but I knew that going in. I stopped for fuel about every 80–90 miles. With the CL-X’s small tank, this wasn’t a fuel economy trip—it was about enjoying the time on the road.
First Impressions of the Park
I’ll be honest—the park was a bit of a letdown. At first, walking into the garden felt dreamy and magical, but the water wasn’t the vibrant blue I’d pictured. Maybe it was the recent rain, maybe my expectations were off. Instead, it looked more like lake water than spring water.
The turtles didn’t mind—they darted under the surface before I could get a photo. I skipped walking the full park or visiting where it meets the Flint River. Based on the water color in the garden, I figured I wouldn’t see the distinct water separation I’d been hoping for.
Entering the Spring
The Spring Landing
Heading Back
I snapped some photos, filmed a bit, and decided to head out before the rain rolled in. After a quick restroom break, I grabbed a drink, some beef jerky, topped off the CF Moto CL-X 700, and hit the road.
By this point, the backpack was reminding me I’m not the same rider I was in my early 20s—probably time to hit the gym again. A little rain fell here and there, but it was light enough to actually be enjoyable.
When I rolled back into the driveway, I’d logged 273 miles. A garden visited, open roads enjoyed—not a bad way to spend a Saturday.
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