Woody at Home

Day One - The Story of Woody. In northern Orange County, California, a lone garden gnome stood vigil on a lonely street, staring out for years on a vast open world as his "owners" would travel to exotic locales. Now, usually gnomes dont move too much. Especially the garden variety.. mostly due to the fact their legs are made of concrete. Well, if you choose the fantastic option (we usually do..) somehow this little gnome, filled himself with enough motivation to get his little body moving. His goal; see the world. And we think he accomplished quite a good bit of that goal, especially for a gnome.

The grounded-in-reality version is that he was perhaps "aided" in his escape. At this point we want to point out that those people who may or may not have 'aided' Woody did so in good faith and with the specific intention of returning him to his home. We're all for Gnome Liberation, but only temporarily. We find that the Gnomes become too depressed if left out of the Garden too long. So any potential imitators, please help our little friends find their way back home at the end of their journeys.

Initial Liberation - The Pond at Anaheim & BTL Chiropractic. (Now the Honda Center) Leaving

Woody at the former 'Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim'

home, Woody the gnome decided to roam a little eastwards and see the home of future stanley cup winners the Anaheim Ducks. The building was originally built in the early 1990s to be a Hickey Stadium, and according to legend, Michael Eisner drove by shortly after the movie "The Mighty Ducks" was released, and the Anaheim hockey team was born. Woody admired the outside of the Pond for awhile, and got a snapshot with the statue of their Mascot, "Wild Wing." (Woody has an affinity for all things statuary). He even caught a few bikers doing some stunts in the parking lot. For a garden gnome from a quiet neighborhood it was quite a wild time!

Day Two. After some more wandering around Orange county with a weather eye open for police who might nab him and take him back to his chains, Woody decided to get really into the spirit of things, and before his journey got really underway, he took in a flick and visited a local chiropractor. (Shoutout! - DrWikoff.com)

Day Two. Train Station, Fullerton, CA. At the Chiropractor, Woody learned of a local train station. And since trains don't have established fares for gnomes, Woody decided it would be a great idea to hop aboard and head east. The choice was easy in the big picture; A train has stops. His only other option would have been a freighter bound west over the pacific.. and it's pretty hard to enjoy the scenery from inside of a crate, so eastbound it was. The Fullerton train station was built in 1930 by the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe Railroad, so it was a fitting place for woody to try and stow away on an Eastboung Amtrak train."Train Stations," says Woody, "are the hangouts of some scary looking people, but if you indulge in a little hookah with them, you might be suprised how nice they can be! I didn't care for the Hookah, (give me an old German pipe anytime,) but it sure was fun to smash pennies with Punk Rockers, instead of watching gardens."