Three weeks ago, my wife and I spent a terrific four-day long weekend in Sedona, Arizona. We'd never been there before, and it looks like it'll be a while before we go there again.
We stayed at a delightful B&B, took in gorgeous vistas, did a couple nifty side trips, managed to avoid the New Age Sedona vortex people entirely, and had no complaints. Until the government of the fine state of Arizona turned out to be run by racist idiots. That Grand Canyon vacation idea has gone onto a very back burner.
One of the things we discovered in our little visit was that Arizona does indeed have a small, thriving wine industry -- not just tourists-will-drink-anything wine, but darn good wine. I was planning to give it a plug. Later.
Many of us can remember back to a time when South African wine was off every decent wine lover's list as part of the international boycott of the apartheid regime. And by golly, the boycott worked. So Blind Muscat suggests that besides doing whatever you can to protest the madness in Arizona, pop the cork (more likely, twist the screwcap) on a nice bottle of South African wine, and raise a toast to what outside pressure can do.
