The Last Morning

As the sun began to rise in Argentina, we hustled over to the hanger where the Campo's owner had two planes. One of them was rolled out and as the sky became bluer, a ritter fan was wheeled into place and the actors were placed on top of the cabin. The huge fan was turned on and the props people began to throw hay at our amourous duo. I thought the cold of the night would give the actors hypothermia and in between takes, they huddled together to stay warm. But the sun finally came blazing up and the shoot was over. Except for the pies.........