Okay, so maybe that title is a bit dramatic and possibly even enigmatic for those who have not recently (or ever) read Dante's Divine Comedy, but Hannah's most recent Quarter Horse show was miserably cold. We shivered from the moment we set foot on the fair grounds and barely stopped until the cab of the truck warmed up on the way home. Somewhere in the afternoon, mounted on Grace, Hannah declared she was sure this must be a taste of Dante's hell. You see, Dante's description of hell was somewhat unconventional - his hell is cold. The further one descended, the colder it became. I'm not sure what level we had sunk to, but even riders from New England were complaining.
I've about decided Perry knows only two temperatures, as cold at Dante's hell and as hot as the conventional notion.