I’m currently on a road trip with two hilarious and delightful people, looking for things to do in Cheyenne as we pass through. The three of us love Thanksgiving as much as the next high-metabolism-home-cooked-meal-eating-young-adults.But we agree that there is a sense of collective national trepidation walking into Thanksgiving conversations. Kids are worried about traveling home. Parents are worried about extended family members making outlandish claims. And everyone just wants to make it through the rest of this week without any relational casualties.