Capitol Reef National Park (West Wing — sandstone desert reference)

Capitol Reef National Park unfurls as sculpted sandstone fins, red domes, and narrow, shadowed canyons that drink low desert light. Bartlet drops the name during a midnight Oval riff, and the park snaps into the room as a rhetorical lodestar—quiet grandeur, public stewardship, and long, wind‑polished solitude. The image softens exhaustion, invites conspiratorial laughter, and seeds a protective, policy‑minded yearning for places that outlast political seasons.