While most of America sits in front of television sets to watch football games, our guests gear up for our annual Thanksgiving Day Walk.It’s more of a stroll, really, but it gets us in motion for a few minutes. We don’t require it of our guests—certainly not of my friend who suffers intense foot pain nor of my mom who is dealing with anemia—but we encourage everyone who is mobile to join us.We had to wait a few minutes as kids hunted down jackets and shoes. While we waited, shadows stretched across the lawn in the afternoon sun, inspiring letter-making. I think this was a “D.”And this, a G.”Finally, everyone arrived and we headed out on our short expedition, people of all ages, from our ten-year-old son to my 83-year-old dad. Even the dog came along, and we all rambled to a small lake, chatting in groups that would shift, split, and re-form to tell stories, catch up, laugh.The Belgian Wonder stayed with my dad, who meandered more slowly, pausing at the playground to sit on a bench while the rest of us continued toward the lake. Turning a corner, we ran into the neighbor who loaned us his compressor to use while installing the hardwood floor last weekend. He was out with his daughter, walking their two dogs. I gestured to our group as a kind of mass introduction and said these were all our people—neighbors and family who joined us from as close as next door and as far away as Belgium.We excused ourselves and continued on, conversations starting up again. At the lake, we snapped pictures, but before long turned back to make our way home for pie. Our pace was leisurely, burning few calories; but the fresh air and sunshine? Good stuff.The next day, while many Americans snatched up Black Friday deals, we enjoyed another outing under unexpectedly sunny skies.Our Thanksgiving Day Walk has been a tradition for many years, but this first-ever Black Friday Bike Ride? Love it!What are your unusual Thanksgiving traditions?