I’ve lived in a lot of awful apartment complexes all across the Denver area. I’ve lived in places that ranged from very high-end apartments where you could expect to be nickel and dimed to death on every minor little scheme they had going, to apartments that came close to qualifying as a slum, where there was regular criminal activity and you feared for your property (and possibly even your life) every time you came home from work. However, as far as places where severe maintenance issues were unresolved and the incompetent staff experienced constant turnover, the Cliffs at 6th Avenue really takes the top spot.
When I moved into the cliffs, I wouldn’t have excepted any problems at first glance. The leasing office was clean and apparently well-maintained. There was a small gym with brand new equipment on the other side of a set of windows from the office.
The property manager, Daffney Skinner, showed me the “show” apartment on the second floor of that same building, which seemed very nice. I brought up the fact that I had read some negative reviews of the apartments on the internet, but she dismissed the complaints as falsehoods and expressed anger that people were “lying” about her. (She is going to love this review!)
After moving in, it didn’t take long to discover the truth. My apartment was nothing like the “show” apartment. It had old cabinets, old appliances and the place looked like it had been repainted dozens of times with caking paint flaking off the walls. The heating was old baseboard heat, with rusty parts that were literally falling off the walls. The deck looked downright dangerous, with rotting boards that had large gaps in between them. The toilet had a permanent ring around the water level in the bowl, which I would have sworn looked like the barnacles growing on the hull of a ship.
But the apartment itself was at least livable. The real problem was with the rest of the property, which was practically a disaster area. The building at the front of the property where the leasing office is located is very carefully maintained. The landscaping which is visible from the street is also carefully maintained, with several brand new signs that have been recently installed, fancy lighting pointed at these signs and even gardens of beautiful flowers. Behind this front line of beautification, the rest of the property is a wreck. Overgrown bushes, dead trees, dying grass, mud holes, flooded terrain, random debris scattered around, overflowing dumpsters and many other problems plague the outdoor areas of the property. The interior of the buildings isn’t much better, with broken doors, poorly maintained laundry rooms and obvious damage to the hallways.
Although located in a quiet and respectable area of Golden, this place looks and is run like an inner city slum. Crime is relatively low in this area of the city, but this apartment complex is probably the local blight and the source of all the crime which does exist in the area. Most of the residents here are low-class sleaze-balls, who constantly smoke marijuana and make the whole place smell like a hippy commune. Strange cars are often parked in the parking lots and it isn’t uncommon to find homeless people trying to live in the parking lots. Still, the office staff finds excuses to tow the cars of people who legitimately live here, while ignoring ones that are actually a problem.
The most outrageous problems with this place can really only be fully discussed by breaking them down into major sections.
The Cliffs at 6th Avenue West Reviews
I’ve lived in a lot of awful apartment complexes all across the Denver area. I’ve lived in places that ranged from very high-end apartments where you could expect to be nickel and dimed to death on every minor little scheme they had going, to apartments that came close to qualifying as a slum, where there was regular criminal activity and you feared for your property (and possibly even your life) every time you came home from work. However, as far as places where severe maintenance issues were unresolved and the incompetent staff experienced constant turnover, the Cliffs at 6th Avenue really takes the top spot.
When I moved into the cliffs, I wouldn’t have excepted any problems at first glance. The leasing office was clean and apparently well-maintained. There was a small gym with brand new equipment on the other side of a set of windows from the office.
The property manager, Daffney Skinner, showed me the “show” apartment on the second floor of that same building, which seemed very nice. I brought up the fact that I had read some negative reviews of the apartments on the internet, but she dismissed the complaints as falsehoods and expressed anger that people were “lying” about her. (She is going to love this review!)
After moving in, it didn’t take long to discover the truth. My apartment was nothing like the “show” apartment. It had old cabinets, old appliances and the place looked like it had been repainted dozens of times with caking paint flaking off the walls. The heating was old baseboard heat, with rusty parts that were literally falling off the walls. The deck looked downright dangerous, with rotting boards that had large gaps in between them. The toilet had a permanent ring around the water level in the bowl, which I would have sworn looked like the barnacles growing on the hull of a ship.
But the apartment itself was at least livable. The real problem was with the rest of the property, which was practically a disaster area. The building at the front of the property where the leasing office is located is very carefully maintained. The landscaping which is visible from the street is also carefully maintained, with several brand new signs that have been recently installed, fancy lighting pointed at these signs and even gardens of beautiful flowers. Behind this front line of beautification, the rest of the property is a wreck. Overgrown bushes, dead trees, dying grass, mud holes, flooded terrain, random debris scattered around, overflowing dumpsters and many other problems plague the outdoor areas of the property. The interior of the buildings isn’t much better, with broken doors, poorly maintained laundry rooms and obvious damage to the hallways.
Although located in a quiet and respectable area of Golden, this place looks and is run like an inner city slum. Crime is relatively low in this area of the city, but this apartment complex is probably the local blight and the source of all the crime which does exist in the area. Most of the residents here are low-class sleaze-balls, who constantly smoke marijuana and make the whole place smell like a hippy commune. Strange cars are often parked in the parking lots and it isn’t uncommon to find homeless people trying to live in the parking lots. Still, the office staff finds excuses to tow the cars of people who legitimately live here, while ignoring ones that are actually a problem.
The most outrageous problems with this place can really only be fully discussed by breaking them down into major sections.