Went camping. Spent time with my girlfriend and family, started a fire with flint steel, got to pet some horses and a very cool donkey, fed the donkey an apple slice. Saw a deer, went on a super long hike way up into the mountains, came across beautiful meadows and streams and saw a frog. We didn't see anyone else for hours, saw named carved into trees in the 30'ss, 60's, 70's and 80's. Walked across and took a break next to a huge cold waterfall that was a surprise cap to the hike. Nobody we talked to had caught any fish, plenty of people said they had been fishing for a week. I announced to everyone that I haven't fished in 5 years, I don't even have my own pole, but I promise I will catch a fucking fish. Fished for like 2 hours before leaving the last day, used whatever pole nobody else was using, didn't use the crazy bait or lures or anything that everyone was using, worms baby, caught 2 fucking fish took pictures, let them go. Such a good fucking time. I've been dying to camp for years but haven't been able to, and I've been going crazy locked up inside so it was just a great refreshing trip.