Nothing. I did nothing.
That is to say, nothing much planned.
I visited with a friend. I spent a lot of time with my family. I read two books cover-to-cover. I played with the kids. I slept in a tent. I cooked breakfast over charcoal. I walked six miles over a mountain with Number Two Son and one of my nieces. I ate some good food. I drank some good beer. I teased a bear. I spit whiskey on a roaring fire–that’s fun as all get out, by the way. I laughed. I skipped rocks. I sat by the river and listened.
I would do it again next year.