Chase the Moon

I had an industrial-sized roll of duct tape, a brand-new
pair of pajamas, and a dog-eared copy of The Free Gal’s Guide to Road Tripping.
That book had been my bible ever since I realized nine to five jobs and sharing
walls with my neighbors gave me hives.

What else could I possibly need for my epic road trip?

One thing I was definitely happy to leave behind was the
disapproving expression my mom had worn ever since I told her I bought a tiny
house and planned to explore North America until further notice.

“I don’t understand why you want to live in a mobile home.”
If I drank a shot every time she called it that, I’d be in permanent blackout
mode. “What if it breaks?”

“It’s a tiny house, not a mobile home. The only thing that
could possibly snap it in half is a tornado, and those barely ever happen in
eastern Canada.”

“You could get stuck on train tracks.” She obviously worked
hard on her laundry list of disasters, and only had a few more chances to whip
it out before I left. She’d really thought of everything. Knowing Mom, she and
her girlfriends had probably compiled a list of Ways Tori Might Screw This
Up as they made it to the bottom of a wine bottle. “You could hit a moose.”

“File those under, things that could happen anywhere at any
time no matter what I’m driving in Eastern Canada.”

“But that mobile home is so big. You’ll have a hard time
making tight turns. A strange man could find you.”

I rolled my eyes at the non sequitur. “It’s statistically
proven that there are more strange men in the city than there are in the
country.”

“Have you ever heard of a lone wolf? They operate alone. No
witnesses.” Mom was from a different time. She’d been encouraged to get married
and settle. I tried to cut her a little slack, but she was tap dancing on the
end of every nerve I had.

“I’ll finally get to use my mad kickboxing skills.” I karate
chopped the air and she jerked away from me. A little apprehension was healthy,
and I’d inherited if from her. I was dying to finally be free. “It’s just like
my old apartment. But I don’t have to pay rent, and my house is on wheels. I’ve
taken classes”—more like, I’d watched videos online, but that would send her
spinning into another fit of paranoia— “so I know what to do if things go
wrong.”

Dad came up behind her, and I was much more ready for his
hug. “Call me if you need anything.”

He’d learned long ago to let Mom freak out about everything
and let it run its course. He only got involved if something actually went
wrong.

I gave Gus, our chocolate lab, a kiss on the top of the head
and climbed into my giant new truck. To pull the tiny house, I needed one with
all the horsepower, especially since I planned to explore the mountains, and
Canada wasn’t known for having mild winters. My plan was always to be south of
the snowflakes and north of the heat.

Which meant I should’ve left five minutes ago.

My parents waved to me until they disappeared in the
rearview mirror. My heart was heavy in my chest as I drove out of the town I
grew up in, into the great unknown. For the first time, I didn’t owe anything
to anyone—no work on Monday, no rent due, no one expected anything of me. I’d
dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, all this freedom
was actually kind of terrifying.

One of the reasons I wanted to take this trip was to conquer
my fears. My life had felt small and claustrophobic, but my anxiety insisted
that I liked it that way. I had to prove to myself, my mom, and all the other
people who said I was out of my ever-loving mind to do this, wrong.

First stop: Aurora Falls. The cute little town was always on
my day trip list, but I hadn’t been there since I was a little kid. They were
famous for mermaid lore, and I’d been totally obsessed, giving all my dolls
tails and making them swim in the tub. Mom was mortified that I kept them all
topless. We’d never been on the same page about anything.

Now I was interested in visiting for a completely different
reason. The town was on the shore of Sapphire Lake, which was known for being
full of gemstones. Sapphire, no surprise there, and labradorite. Some people
thought of it as a spiritual vortex, which was probably where the mermaid lore
came from. After spending the last couple of months living with my parents to
save up for my adventure, it was the perfect way to kick off my adventure.

Mom loved to remind me how I was taking my chances by
winging it with this trip. I didn’t want to be tied down to anything. I needed
to learn to take chances. As traffic crawled along the only road into Aurora
Falls, I could practically hear her telling me she told me so.

Welcome Aurora Falls Fall Festival Guests! A sign
hung outside a motel proudly proclaimed. Oh no. I didn’t realize that was this
weekend. The festival moved every year, so it could happen at the same time as the
full moon. The residents of Aurora Falls were also obsessed with the full moon.
I’d been hoping to get my woo on while I was here, not battle crowds of
tourists eating pumpkin pancakes on a stick.

Now I had a craving for pancakes.

But so would everyone else that was headed there in this
line of traffic. I hadn’t expected the little town to be packed with tourists.
My breath caught in my throat as I imagined the crowds of clueless revelers
bumping into me. Not being able to get anywhere I wanted to go.

I could’ve changed my plans, but when I had a chance to drive
past the city, I didn’t. A badass warrior of the open road had to roll with the
punches.

Sorry, we’re full, the handwritten sign flapped in
the breeze of the RV park driveway.

Now what?

I kept driving, headed straight for Sapphire Lake, like
something drew me there. The sun had slipped behind the trees, and the reds and
oranges of the foliage lit up the lake like fire.

I pulled into an empty lot right on the shore, feeling
really good about my life choices. The town might be a hot mess, but at least
I’d get a chance to recharge by myself, overlooking the water. The full moon
had already started to rise over the lake, and I headed to the craggy
shoreline, looking for crystals.

Absolutely no swimming. Huh. Maybe they wanted to
discourage people like me from mining for treasure and send them into town
shopping.

A few cabins dotted the end of the lot, but there were no
other cars here except my truck. On a busy weekend like this, I would think
they’d be totally rented. Weird. Maybe they’d gone to the festival already.

I could do this. I could go into town, brave the crowds, and
have an awesome weekend on my terms.

Once I detached the hitch, the wheels of my truck spun in
the sand, but I got it out. Back in the line of traffic, I realized I never
stabilized the tiny house.

It would be fine until I got back. At least I hoped it
would.

Downtown wasn’t too packed yet, but the streets were dotted
with people dressed as Vikings and mermaids. They were street performers, doing
impromptu performances for the crowds that kept growing. I was going to fall in
love with mermaids all over again. Vendors set up, getting ready for the main
event tomorrow.  I bought myself a
congratulatory stack of pumpkin pancakes on a stick and found the perfect spot away
from the crowd to watch the show.