No hands cruising west on the north side of Cheesman Park. There are barely any cars, there’s a view of the mountains, there’s a view of the city, and there’s Cheesman Park.

Spirits from Prospect Hill Cemetery may haunt the place, but there’s no better spot for grass in all of Denver. And with all the irrigation, the park has the smell of water drying on cement, which even in the fall, smells like spring.

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