Schrodinger’s Curling Iron

Panic attacks and westward expansion (with puppies!)

It’s sand and scrubby trees in every direction as I drive west along a lonely stretch of road toward Bend, Oregon. The Cascades wear a fresh dusting of snow from an early storm, and late afternoon sun sends tulle skirts of clouds swirling around the peaks. We’re an hour or two out from a spectacular sunset, and mile after lonely mile disappear under my …