Alaska Airlines from Lehigh Valley International Airport to Kansas City

Oh, the joy of air travel! Few things can compare to being wrapped into a fixed reclining metal chair, 35,000 feet up in the sky, being pushed around by the gentle hands of turbulence. Today, we're going to discuss the thrill of traveling from the picturesque, traffic-free Lehigh Valley International Airport to the thriving metropolis of Kansas City, flying with our beloved Alaska Airlines. You’re in for a delightful treat if you’re a frequent flyer or, for the slang enthusiasts, a "mileage program" connoisseur.

The airline industry prides itself on its understanding of "convenience"—an understanding as befuddling as a squirrel participating in a spelling bee. Fingers crossed that you score a seamless non-stop flight, or as it can be humorously interpreted, an airborne prison that keeps you seated while you strangely look forward to your next microwaved meal. Don’t get your hopes up for a direct jaunt from Lehigh Valley to Kansas City though—I mean, where's the fun in making life easy? Because nothing quite says 'convenience' like being hurled around multiple airports before getting to your final destination.

Should you score a connecting flight, the chances are high that you'll have to run faster than Usain Bolt in the Olympics to make your connection, only to then enter another round of airborne purgatory. Rest assured though, fellow travellers, your suffering has not been ignored. Alaska Airlines somewhat comforting baggage allowance suggests that they do somewhat care about the imaginary line dividing your legs and the seat, which they affectionately refer to as 'legroom'.

If you somehow manage to snag a cheap flight, congratulations! Your bank account will sing praises while your body might weep. Economy class, for instance, is a brilliant social experiment, where one is gently crammed in close proximity to several strangers—a truly exhilarating concept while you chorus "social distancing" in your head! Premium economy, on the other hand, appears to be the bourgeoisie of the airplane cabin. A title invented to soothe the egos of those who boast to friends about flying first class. First class, now that’s the deluxe can of worms—one day we’ll delve into the absurdity of paying an arm and a leg for slightly fluffier pillows and hot towels that are just as afraid of heat as you might be of your next credit card bill.

Let's briefly divert our attention towards our destination too. You see, the state of Alaska has a delightful quirk that we must share. Did you know that it’s illegal to whisper in someone's ear while they're moose hunting in Alaska? A fun factoid to chuckle over while disembarking in Kansas City, which is, regrettably, over 3,500 miles from the moose-safe haven of Alaska. It’s quite a round trip if you care to respect the whispering norms in the land of the midnight sun.

Deciphering the best time to book your flight can be likened to understanding quantum physics. You can study decades of flight schedules or scrutinize every airline review under the sun, but we all know it remains as predictable as a unicorn prancing on a tightrope. To avoid having your plans turned upside down, it’s best to get in touch with a staff member who has had their fair share of in-flight services and petulant customers, or as I like to call them, the Airborne Samaritans.

So remember, next time you plan your adventure from Lehigh Valley to Kansas City via Alaska Airlines, anticipate an experience oscillating between an oddball comedy and dramatic satire. After all, they do say that the journey matters more than the destination… or was it the other way around? Either way, bon voyage, and may the airline gods be ever in your favor!