I woke up this morning a little sad. It was time to leave Phoenix and I wasn’t ready. After speaking at Carla Vista and befriending the guys at Triumph House I really was starting to feel at home in Phoenix. The recovery community was huge there and seemed pretty tight knit.
In the morning, as promised, Bryce came over to help load and organize the car and did a fantastic job. He was my age exactly and had recently done 15 months in prison and had been out of prison and in Triumph house for the past two weeks. He was determined to do the right thing this time, and had stepped up in the house to become a leader when discovering one of his housemates had been using. He was trying really hard to find a job and had been doing odd jobs to try and make his rent payment at the house.
After the car was loaded, Unk headed on and I went to have lunch with the guys at Triumph House (one of the Carla Vista residences). Bryce was also the house “chef” and cooked me some ranchos juevos and we all talked for a while on the back porch while another resident was doing some step work with his sponsor. After lunch it was time to go.
I snapped a pictures with a few of the guys and headed onto Globe – not having looked at the map much that day. I arrived in Superior a little more than halfway there and feeling pretty good. Only 35 more miles – no sweat. I hadn’t realized that there was a significant elevation increase. The 35 miles took me approximately double the time I thought and it started to get dark. I climbed through the night and finally arrived at the Days Inn – on top of a hill – at around 8:30. I was exhausted and fell asleep while eating tacos. Buenos noches, LOL