In Which We De-ice for Two Hours and Lose Some Luggage

The Michigan winter of 2013/2014 has provided some interesting experiences, including my first-ever plane de-icing. It only took two hours of sitting on the runway, waiting in line for the "de-icing pad" and then the de-icing itself. Of course, this meant a mad scramble for a connecting flight in Amsterdam and some lost luggage. And Ryne wondered why I brought febreze.
Another out-the-window shots.

Wind mills in the Channel.