Alaska Airlines from Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport to Petersburg James A. Johnson Airport

One whimsical dawn, a realm of infinity laid stretched out before me. Like a kaleidoscope of disparate experiences, my journey from the delta lands of Savannah to the cliff-hanging borough of Petersburg, Alaska via the extraordinary Alaska Airlines began. This is a tale spun from tales, savored by travel savants and narrated by yours truly.

There was magic in the air - a “direct flight” kind of magic, which, in the humble archaic jargon of the aviation world, is considered to be a rare jewel. As that mighty Alaska Airlines bird sprung off the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport's tarmac, rising above the clouds, I left behind the low country's Spanish moss-laden trees for Alaska's glacial grandeur. Non-stop, our course was set for Petersburg James A. Johnson Airport, located in the heart of the Last Frontier!

The journey made me a time-traveler, a 'frequent flyer' of sorts, jetting off into different latitudes and climates. And oh! What a delight to travel in first-class! It was a haven of hospitality, enveloping me generously in a cushy cocoon of comfort. Have you ever played footsie with clouds while sipping on a glass of Dom Perignon? It is as heavenly as it sounds. The first-class option provided gargantuan legroom and the kind of privacy one rarely associates with commercial air-travel.

Now, this pretty bird of Alaska has a reputation for taking good care of her passengers. One of the most appreciated 'in-flight services' of Alaska Airlines is the power outlets at every seat - a special blessing for the digital nomads, including me. Ample power to watch movies, send 'I am flying over spectacular mountains' messages or finish that last minute presentation is a boon that we should not take for granted.

Another missing piece in this jigsaw of adventure is the bidirectional nature of this expedition. Leaving the forested mountains of Alaska behind for a round-trip back to the pastoral flatlands of Georgia tugged at the heartstrings. But that is the price you pay for a round-trip ticket my friends - the duality of joy and melancholy, right there.

While packing for this long haul flight across the continent, I did not forget to check the "baggage allowance". In this age of super-calculated airfares, it's always wise to pack accordingly. Alaska Airlines, in line with its commitment to customer satisfaction, offers one of the most generous baggage policies in the realm of domestic flights. Saving a penny or two there can fund a few more sips of that effervescent elixir in first-class.

Now, allow me a moment to marvel at a phenom unique to the state of Alaska – the 'Midnight Sun'. During the summer solstice, the sun doesn’t set for 24 hours in the northernmost city of Barrow. Can you imagine a place where the sun is a night owl too?!

It is not without reason that the contours of the entire flying experience, starting from Savannah, cruising through the ether, and landing in beautiful Petersburg, Alaska, are so pleasantly stitched together. Credit goes to the meticulous "flight schedule" and the relentless efforts of all the men and women in the Alaska Airlines team. Their stewardship of resources and commitment to delivering the most enjoyable travel experience were the secret ingredients behind my unbroken string of delightful experiences.

This tale of travel, involving tales of two cities and a soaring bird, may seem like a grandiloquent exaggeration spun by a raconteur. I assure you, dear reader, that once you embark on this journey, you will emerge a storyteller too. Savannah to Petersburg, via Alaska Airlines, is not a mere measure of distance, but an exploration of immense and boundless human experiences!