White Dog Hill is where Oklahoma hides one of my favorite steaks at the end of a Route 66 frontage road.
The red-stone clubhouse was built in 1925 for the original Clinton Country Club. It came back to life in 2007 as White Dog Hill, sitting high enough above the prairie that the sunset seems to take its time getting there.
Eat there once and you are 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.
The Mini 5 Pro caught one more sunset off that hill.
Good way to shut it down.
My earlier White Dog Hill stops:
Another Clinton landmark from above:
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