Sunday morning we hit the road and drove to Mount Scott. The road up the mountain led us past several wild free-range bison. There was no fence between the road and the bison — nothing to stop the bison from approaching us (other than disinterest) or us from approaching it (other than a general sense of self-preservation). As I said online, seeing an animal as massive as a bison in person is way different than seeing one in captivity. Even though we were a good distance (50 ft?) away, the animal’s power was obvious. 
As we began ascending Mount Scott we could see that the top of the mountain* was covered by clouds. (This is Oklahoma; mountains are relative.) The second half of the drive was a white-knuckle event for the passenger (me). Although Susan assured me she could see more than I could, all I could see was fog. When we arrived at the top of the mountain the fog was there waiting for us. I was informed that this is normally quite the view. All we saw were clouds. Also, it was raining. Consider this a thumbs-down review for Mount Scott on a cloudy, rainy day. 
After our visit to Mount Scott, Susan surprised me with lunch at the Meers Store & Restaurant. I’ve never eaten there before, but their burgers are legendary. Food Network once named them as the best hamburgers in Oklahoma, and one of the best in the country. In the early 1900s the building was relocated to its current location, which sits on a fault line. There’s even an active seismograph in the lobby. The restaurant is almost as well known for the wait times to get inside as they are for their burgers. Luckily we arrived at 2pm on a Sunday, and only had to wait 15-20 minutes for a table. 
Still full from our Brazilian meal the night before, Susan and I decided to split a Meersburger and an order of onion rings. Little did I know that their burgers are 16oz and served in a pie pan! By the time we had finished bowls of Meers’ famous cobbler (apple for me, cherry for Susan) and ice cream, we were back to being miserably full. As we left the restaurant the line to enter had grown considerably, stretching all the way out the door. “It’s worth it,” I told a man as we passed each other in the lobby. Once again with full bellies, we climbed into my car and headed to our final destination: Medicine Park, Oklahoma. Similar Posts: Source: https://www.robohara.com/?p=13716