There was a wicked west wind howling down Springbank Road that made it painful to cycle up as well as down hills.   As we cranked along, members of the group wisely turned back.  By the time the remaining few got to hwy 22 a group decision was made to cycle back to the parking lot where we enjoyed  lunch at the Springbank Community Gardens (nothing was in bloom.)  and watched the jaws of a large crane munching on concrete.

Christine Grotefeld