According to new research, the best year of your life is 46. Saying life gets as good as it gets when you are 46... interesting. I've also read that women will experience some sort of anxiety due to menopause. Now I know why turning 46 has been much harder than any other age. Maybe because I'm closer to 50 now than 40... I spent my birthday camping with Katy and her girl scout troop this past weekend. What a way to forget about age for awhile! She had a ball and I was able to relax. Read a book. Take photo's and enjoy the great outdoors.
If you look closely at this photo, you can see the floating bobber. This was taken in daylight. The water had a few oil puddles from the breakfast sausage we were using as bait. The sun and oil mixed with the camera created this crazy night-time looking picture.
Katy caught three fish and was full of smiles. Her friend caught a 24 lb. catfish which was pretty wild coming out of this tiny pond. Another friend caught a fishing pole! They tried to catch a toad but that didn't work out so well.
Archery, wagon rides, horse back riding, star gazing and campfire were all a part of the camping experience. Everyone had a great time. So much fun that the troop is going to go tent camping at the end of the month to earn a few badges, including cooking over a fire. I hope our schedules will allow us to go:)
Stay tuned for Sweden. I need to recharge my outlook on this new #46 and march forward like a girl scout. Happy is life at any age, really. So bring it on.
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