

They had a large field for bean bag toss/cornhole, or whatever you might call it. I wasn't very good. The folks next to me must have been in a league. They looked very serious about the whole thing and were quite good. I was happy if I didn't send a bag sailing toward a fellow restaurant patron. The arrival of our food interrupted our intense matchup, so we retired our game and noshed.
After eating, we went to the Jagged Mountain brewery, one of many microbrews in downtown Denver and split a beer flight. It consisted of an orange ale, a tequila-cask ale, and others. Some were better than others. Then we continued walking to a different part of the city. We walked along the river by a place called Confluence Park. We debated going to an aquarium along the river, but it was both expensive-ish and crowded, so we elected instead to check out the nearby REI, which was massive (and also expensive).
After REI, we wound our way back by the river. Having walked many miles around downtown Denver in just flip flops, my tootsies were a bit dirty. I let the water clean them off a bit before continuing. Then, out of nowhere, the sun went away and the wind got really blustery. We picked up our pace thinking that it was about to storm. We made a right turn directly into the wind, followed by a few more turns - all of them somehow directly into the wind.
For shelter, we sought refuge in the Great Divide Brewing Co. We had a couple beer flights including a rice beer, a hibiscus ale, and their signature Yeti ale. When it appeared to have calmed down outside, we went out to get dinner at a place called Ophelia's. I guess back in the day it was like a tacky Moulin-Rouge-esque peep show/burlesque show or something to that effect. Now it's just an eclectic restaurant that plays obscure foreign films on a screen where the stage was.
I had some sort of South American burger thing with plantains and black beans. Thppbbt. Some sort of Korean western was playing on the screen. Even with the subtitles, it didn't really make much sense. Nevertheless, it was an interesting atmosphere. After that we worked our way back to Union Station to catch a train back toward the airport. When we got to our stop, the sun was setting and the temperature was dropping quickly. We briskly walked back to the hotel, having covered over 11 miles throughout the day. Regardless of the footwork, it was a welcome diversion from the four-block radius that is currently my life.