On a sunny day in May, just ahead of the black flies, three of us pedaled from Cranberry Lake village onto the North Tram of the Grasse River Railroad. The last train chugged along this route almost 100 years ago, but it’s still possible to follow it on a bike.
We would cross all three branches of the Grasse River and pedal past two lakes, as well as many wetlands and streams. Stephanie had never been on a backcountry bike ride. I assured her that biking on a railroad would not involve any big hills. I didn’t tell her that it
