Ignore the fact that it's December and I'm typing this from my bedroom in Massachusetts, and I'll take you back to Thanksgiving afternoon (just a week ago!)
To walk off the calories from our big meal, my dad took Andrew and I on a loop around Camp Zama.
First stop next to my parent's high rise was Dewey Park - the entrance wasn't looking very picturesque due to some construction work:

This section was more like the Dewey Park I remembered - as you can tell from my dad's outfit, it was unseasonably warm and lovely that day, similar to the weather we enjoyed in Boston today!

Andrew and my dad pose by a Japanese memorial marking the spot of a stable fire when the Japanese imperial army used the land as their training academy, similar to West Point:


Another look at the fountains and the fully stocked pond - Amy and I used to love the one pound trout we hauled out of the pond during the annual fishing derby:
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