Day 4 update: I am a camping nightmare.

Today proved to be a lot harder than it initially seemed. After having lunch in Llano, we met a local who apparently told us a shortcut to get to Castell (our next stop) and how to get from Castell to the campsite, and from Mason, TX back to the campsite. Somehow I completely missed this part of the conversation while putting together Broeder's PureSport drink. I am so bad at multi-tasking I can't hear what people are saying if I am doing something else that seems important. So I took the GPS route to Castell, met Broeder there, needed gas so I went to Mason while Broeder headed towards the camp site. After getting gas, I decided to find a grocery store and buy some watermelon, bananas, oranges, and a knife to cut the watermelon. I thought this was pretty good of me to go the extra mile to get some supplies for the night. I then headed back to Castell, taking the same route that I originally took (which was about 20 miles). On my way back, Broeder called me. Apparently there was a route straight from Mason to the camp site that I should have taken, and he had been waiting for 30 minutes at the camp site already. I was still about 20 minutes away. I was pretty much scared shitless of an angry Broeder, so I sped to the campsite at about 80 mph (the speed limit was 70 so it wasn't really that irresponsible). I got there and Broeder wasn't as mad as I thought from our phone conversation, but he was frustrated that he missed the 30 minute post-workout window for drinking the PureSport Recovery drink. After eating dinner with some of the other campers, Broeder helped me set up my tent. Unfortunately, the first time we set it up it was inside out, so that had to be redone. Long story short, I pretty much screwed up every single thing that required any sort of non-verbal intelligence over the course of that night and the next day. Broeder decided he couldn't take another night of the camping disaster that is Jeff Brinker, so we will be staying in a motel tomorrow.