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I’m heading to Spokane to discover the delights of its “foodie” scene. For two days I literally will be “wined and dined” by Visit Spokane.
I have been invited on an 8-day/7-night river cruise on the Columbia and Snake Rivers as a hosted travel writer.
On four consecutive Saturdays we’ve met at various locations and spent three hours capturing images of whatever took our fancy.
Pictures of me rarely show how I see myself in my mind’s eye. My challenge is to capture a self-portrait that I feel actually looks like me.
While not every topic lends itself to storytelling, there are some that allow me to imagine myself as one of the travelers.
Although I resisted pursuing a niche, I find I have unintentionally become a cruise travel writer. All in all, it’s a pretty nice gig.
Once again, I’m aiming to get myself into hot water. No, I don’t mean that euphemism for trouble; I’m talking about geothermally warmed H2O.
Why is that you can spend the greater part of your life with someone, and yet never tell them how you truly feel about them?
Perhaps the best benefits of this job will be learning from my research, and improving my writing skill through constant practice.
On October 28th, 2012 I was running from Hurricane Sandy, trying to escape New York City before it hit. This blog entry is about that experience.