A mile above sea level, a jazz district they called the Harlem of the West, and the Rockies filling the end of every westward street. Hydrate and go.
Denver's Five Points was called the Harlem of the West for good reason: in its heyday, the neighborhood's Black-owned clubs hosted Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, and every touring legend who couldn't stay downtown. The Welton Street corridor keeps that history visible — juneteenth's big parade, the jazz markers, the Blair-Caldwell African American Research Library anchoring the story.
The city itself is an outdoor-life gateway drug: 300 days of sun, a creek-side bike path system locals actually use, and Red Rocks — the greatest music venue on the planet, full stop — twenty minutes west. See anything there; the amphitheater is the headliner.
Respect the altitude on day one: water constantly, alcohol gently, summit later. The mile-high badge is earned, not assumed.
Red Rocks calendar-watched, altitude-smart pacing, Five Points with the history, and a mountain day sized to your lungs.