Woodland Hills is nestled between Eastland and The District but is often forgotten as a seasonal gateway for the poor and the rich. A place where anyone can afford to visit and cannot wait to leave. Perhaps it is the density of the woods or the overly polite and simple residents; ‘both of which are wonderful in moderation’ Mr. Porter said the night he died.
The population well under 100,000 can swell to a million during peak seasons and the residents, born and raised, are always prepared to serve their visitors. Yet under those bright smiles and light chit chats are secrets and bodies buried in the hills, deep beneath the moist soil and the gravel sprinkled throughout.
Enjoy the slops and cozy cabins in the winter, bask in the sun during the summer near Lake Oolagah, or watch the annual regatta in the spring. The fall foliage is breathtaking as the crisp air is the perfect recipe for company retreats and anniversaries. Woodland Hills is more than an escape, but a haven for those who wish to leave peace among good-hearted folks who have built wealth with their hands. Leyipirian residents are free to practice without sanction and have aided the success of many local establishments, but conceal themselves to visitors as not all are welcoming to their kind.
Loyalty, courtesy, and security are the Woodland Hills three words etched in the district’s sign upon entering and it is the very feeling as you leave. And that is one thing residents want; visitors to arrive, and to depart. Outsiders are welcome for a limited time and no one wants to find out what Woodlanders do to those who overstay their welcome.