About an hour drive west from St. Louis along the scenic rolling hills that accompany highway 94, you'll come to a quiet middle earth of America called Dutzow. The passing endless green pastures and the easy rolling hills is the kind of place where I love to catch air with my outstretched arm out the window, undulating up and down with every change in pitch of my airfoiled hand.
Slow down about few miles before crossing Lake Creek, a tributary to the Missouri River adjacent to the highway, and you'll find yourself at Blumenhof Winery. Anything but the pretentious French and California winery, Blumenhof is quintessential Midwestern, humble and friendly.
On this day, my wife Jenn and brother-in-law Jon, found their great great great great great great grandparents' resting place. The first to have arrived in the New World from Germany, the Mittler clan would call the great state of Missouri home. Nearby, the most idyllic country road I've seen, gracefully arching over a small lush green hill and I just couldn't resist. One of the most peace filled days of my life.