Cruising the backroads in the mountains, The Old Lady was on the lookout for BEAR.
Having seen none all summer, she stopped to play beside the Toccoa River.
That’s when a bright yellow fuzzy caterpillar dropped in – literally, dropped on a fine strand of tough web.

As soon as she hit the rock she cut loose her web and started traveling like she was late to a party.

She crossed a rivulet on fallen leaves…

… climbed a sheer rocky cliff…

… until she clambered up the shoreline…

… crawled through a thicket of roots and grass…

…to a tree where she continued without pause to haul her fuzzy self upward and out of sight.

Fascinated with her journey, The Old Lady wondered if a bear sighting would have provided as much entertainment.
“So often we hold out hope for big things,” considered The Old Lady, “when little things can bring us so much joy.”
LISTEN to The Old Lady!