It actually wasn't so bad in there. It's like this:

The whole structure was single-wall particle board, which meant it was basically a wooden tent. A wooden tent at 9,000 feet in November obviously isn't the warmest place to be but we needed our cast to be in their skivvies as much as possible because Television. Since the departments necessary to make these things happen didn't talk, we ended up with a couple heaters of roughly the same size and shape as a hot dog stand. These blew gajillion BTU warm air into the wooden tent at ear-piercing volume and heated the place up to approximately 95 degrees, because some of our cast really didn't like the cold.

My ugly little world was not heated at all - but it was separated from this tropical hell by a single layer of 5/8ths ply so the leak-through was more than adequate. I also had a single layer of duvetyne protecting my equipment from the rain and elements so when the wind wasn't blowing like all hell it was actually pretty pleasant in there.

Minus the shitty chair and the fact that it was called "the butt farm."

In order to get from there to the inside of the house I had to walk across a 12" wide ice-covered gangway with a 4' drop on one side, which I did without once breaking a kneecap, unlike the other guy hired for the gig, who washed out a week into it and spent the remainder of the year out on disability.

o the pictures I could share from that shitshow