Miles away and years pass, home has a way of finding you.

Prairie Du Chien Wisconsin was the beginning. When you are far from home, home has a way of finding you.
A small town in Wisconsin right on the Mississippi river is where my roots grow deep. Growing up near the river provided a storehouse of memories related to the water. One brilliant summer day our parents took us to a secluded fishing spot along the river. I had to hold my mother’s hand as we gingerly walked on a rocky shore side to reach our destination. This particular spot offered such a magical opportunity for a child. We could sit on the rock and fish, and then swing our legs around and fish directly behind us. So the rock we sat on was like a little bridge with water on each side of us.
fishing hole

What made it even more memorable and unforgettable was the way the morning sun illuminated the water and the fish. The fishing hole was filled with bright colored sun fish that seemed almost transparent in the sun-drenched pool.
We moved away from the state but I have returned through the years. From the car window the view transforms from the flat fields of Iowa to the rolling hills and bluffs near the river. Crossing from Iowa into Wisconsin, into Prairie Du Chien, takes my breath away every time.
prairie

So it was with this connection to the Mississippi River that felt like I was returning home when I went for a weekend holiday to Herman Mo. As I crossed the Missouri River I was reminded of my home. See the similarities?
herman

Herman MO, is a small town nestled alongside the river bluffs of the Missouri River. A strong German heritage brought original vines from the homeland, Herman is wine country. Dozens of wineries draw wine lovers to sample Midwest wines. We had a wonderful time in the charming little village of Herman, tasting wine and shopping in the quaint shops. The setting of the Circle of Sun series is a fictitious riverside village created from the strong and deep impressions of those two places. Home found me between the pages of Black Inferno . . .
“The dogwoods lining Main Street give a formal welcome to those visiting the tiny riverside village of White Oak. Branches of honeysuckle droop over white fences, its scent heady and sweet. German immigrants brought family vines from home, preserving their heritage and spreading the art of wine making. A dozen wineries with acres of vineyards make their home among the rolling hills and valleys along the Missouri River. Tourism bolstered growth in the form of restaurants, coffee shops and bed and breakfasts and unique storefronts filled with local art and old world delicacies.
The restored McCracken House, home to the Chamber of Commerce, sits across the street from Lena’s German Bakery. The aromas of baking savory onion pie and buttery strudel fill the morning air for joggers or dog walkers. The post office, City Hall and a refurbished old theater stand next to Marmaduke’s European Confections. The richness of the roasting coffee beans lead many to the door of Mocha Joe’s and Fireside Books.”

White Oak seems idyllic with church steeples that stand high on the bluffs surrounded by leafy oak and hickory trees, but the little town is anything but sleepy. Secrets lie in the lush rolling vineyards, hidden oak barrels, the Grand Royce Estate and even the quaint Fireside Books. There is something wrong with White Oak’s drinking water, and birds are falling from the dark skies. A darkness has taken root and crawls like ground fog into the lives of the innocent.
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