By Drew Grossman
The life of a travel writer is appealing to me. Moving about the country and the world, sampling the best of food, culture and music. The freedom to insert myself into the story and tell of my experiences. The ability to share my thoughts about the world.
I wrote my first travel piece this week. Pierre, South Dakota.
Now this is not a diatribe that blasts South Dakota’s capital city. I have no beef with the City on the River (it turns out people in Pierre love the Missouri River). The problem with my inaugural piece of travel writing is that I have never been to Pierre. Or South Dakota for that matter. I have never seen the glory of the Missouri River. The policy of the travel Web site that I wrote for was as follows: research the assigned city online and write an article giving tourists an idea of what it would be like to visit that city. I wrote about monuments and museums that I have never seen. I recommended diving into pristine waters that I have never touched. Continue reading
