Wyoming

Wyoming unfolds as a wind‑scarred, high‑plains state: sagebrush flats that blur into jagged alpine ridges, ranch fences etched against cold air, and the metallic tang of livestock on the range. The name lands as tactile shorthand in conversation — a memory‑charged campaign stop that conjures dust, short winter breath, and stubborn regional identity. Spoken by the President to establish rapport, Wyoming functions here less as visited terrain and more as rhetorical terrain, grounding dialogue in a rugged, quietly resonant national landscape.