Nice pictures, Denny. My mother grew up in the Benson, Minnesota area and came to live in the Sandhills in 1950, when she married my dad. One time back in the '70's we traveled to spend Thanksgiving with our Minnesota relatives.
My uncle lived by Starbuck, and he needed to move a bunch of cows about five miles. I volunteered to be a cowboy and he gave me a pretty good horse. A cold wind was blowing across some of those lakes. The temperature was in the mid-twenties, and my warmest duds had been left back in Nebraska. It was a teeth-chattering chilly ride, and and I had to wonder how close we were to the Arctic Circle. A good warm dinner at the end of the ride really hit the spot.