IT’S an unnaturally chilly May evening in Washington Park, heart of the humble, high-end neighborhood that bears its name. About 50 runners, including fathers wheeling babies in weatherproof strollers, maintain a steady, uncomplaining pace through one of Denver’s largest parks.
Walkers and joggers, often accompanied by their dogs, treasure the silence. Couples commune. Parents gently push their children on swings. Nothing, not even the cold, interrupts savoring their park.
Divided into the West, East and Speer sections, the Wash Park community functions as a single organic unit. When you question random passersby, “Do you like living in Wash Park?” they don’t ask, “Which part?” All they all say is, “We love it.”