Reminds me of a leg into Marquette when I was a brand new captain.
I had an FO straight out of simulator training, it was about 0030 local, we had that famous Northern Michigan 'thunder snow', moderate icing and we're shooting the localizer approach because the winds were howling off of the lake.
The deice boots were doing a horrible job and it was so turbulent that the stall warning horn kept screaming BAAAAA BAAAAA!
The poor FO was scared to death because he hadn't seen a northern penninsula snow storm before, we're already below Minneapolis center's radar coverage and it's dark, snowy, icey, mega turbulent and late.
And I had that darned song by the "Squirrel Nut Zippers" in my head. "Innnn the afterlife, you'll be headed for the serious strife..."
I thought the poor guy was going to vomit!
Then I pop off the yaw damper for the landing and I'm nearly out of rudder trying to keep the longitudinal axis parallel with the runway and I hear the passengers back in row nine go "whOOOOOAH!"
So we land, taxi slowly to the edge of the runway and try to discern where the taxi way was because since it was sunday, Mesaba's DHC-8 didn't fly in earlier and leave us any tracks in the snow to mark the taxiway.
We get to the ramp, deplane and there were corona's of ice on the spinners, ever non-protected surface had loads of ice congestion and I was thoroughly convinced that we'd have made the Guiness book of world records with the amount of ice on the aircraft.
Then onto the crash pad, found an empty air mattress and luckily, someone had scraped up enough money and replenished the supply of Old Milwaukee in the fridge. And I think to myself, "January 15th baby, goin' to Georgia for ground school!"