In Denver, you can wake up early for a hike, recover in the afternoon with a meal and a beer, go to a show in the evening and be back home before 10pm to do it all over again. And luckily for us, we avoided most of the constant crawl of the interstate by walking and biking to the many shops, theaters, grocers, restaurants, and parks near our Washington Park apartment.
As is our new tradition, we started our exploration of the city with a Sunday hike, followed by a Red Rocks concert on Monday. We made acquaintance with our neighborhood over the following days, soaking up the Colorado sun (300 clear days a year!) during our lunch break walks and evening strolls, elevation sickness be darned. Carly joined a gym right around the corner from the apartment while Cam wheezed his way through running Washington Park on the regular.
We saw some of our favorite bands around town, surveyed the festivities at Oktoberfest, indulged in the creative (another Meow Wolf!, Int'l Church, and other museums), found peace among the flowers at the Botanical Gardens, flexed our e-bike skills at Garden of the Gods, had our butts kicked hiking at Rocky Mountain National Park, recoiled over the $40 tacos at Casa Bonita, and enjoyed hosting both friends and family for some weekends of fun.
Although admittedly less proximate than it should be, Cameron's job took him to the airport several times during our stay, hitting the conference circuit for work for nearly a month: Seattle, Las Vegas, DC, Nashville, and Phoenix in quick succession. It was fall when he left and felt like the deep of winter when he returned: an unusually early snow storm dumped nearly three feet of snow on the city, which was a welcome excuse to hunker down (though plenty of enterprising neighbors built snowmen or snow forts in the park).