White Dog Hill is where Oklahoma hides one of its best steaks at the end of a dirt road.
Red stone clubhouse from 1925, up on a rise with the prairie running flat in every direction, sun going orange over Route 66 and grill smoke hanging in the air. Eat there once and you’re already planning the drive back.
This was my last flight over the place. Every other time I came up here I flew it alone. This time I had folks with me I can truly call friends. Makes a difference, looking down at a spot you love and knowing the people standing next to you actually matter.
Mini 5 Pro caught one more sunset off that hill.
Good way to shut it down.
