When I began writing about Woodland, I did what I always do: adopted the town and its people and became an "omni-local"— all local—according to my friend Sarah. I made the place my own - as if I had always lived there. In return, my new Woodland family of friends adopted me. Home is where the heart is and mine is often in Woodland.
Last year I was asked to write about Woodland's Dinner on Main. Sadly, another commitment kept me from attending. So I was honored when, in 2018, I was invited to break bread and share the feast with nearly 600 friends. I'm a hometown girl at heart. Woodland's small town charm is easy to love. My visits often include the back roads from Sacramento to Woodland's Main Street. Away from heavy interstate traffic, skirting the Sacramento River, paralleling the Fremont Trestle and Yolo Bypass and cruising ever so quietly into town—is how I arrived on September 16th.
Festivities were still unfolding. Despite all the hard work and more to come, everyone was smiling and laughing. Beneath the setting autumn sun and starry white lights, Woodland Dinner on Main gathered alfresco. It was magical. Pictures tell the story.