I suspect I'm not the only Cornellian who goes out of his way to Route 96B on South Hill to reach that magic spot where the road seems to disappear and that sudden, splendid vista to the north explodes before my eyes. I did it the first time I brought my wife and daughter to see Ithaca, and that view never gets old.
Reunion is also about people.
For me, reunions have tended not to be about catching up with best friends of old. Instead, I've wound up getting close to one or two classmates I once knew as acquaintances, but without appreciating how warm, interesting, and genuinely good they were. I always feel a jumble of emotions after a reunion. The main one usually is the intense desire to return as soon as I can to that vista of Cayuga Lake and that great group of people who link us to so much we have left behind over the years.