While the zip line in Boulder City is awesome—you get to fly over long stretches of wild desert canyons—it’s hard to beat the stupid-fun, only-in-Vegas, $15 factor of the Fremont Street zip line. There’s no Costa Rican jungle or helmet involved; there’s just you and the alluring prospect of speeding through a blur of neon lights while hanging from a cable. And let’s face it, the beauty of drunk tourists sailing over drunk tourists is not only in the splendid redundancy, but in the comi-tragic possibility that someone will puke up their yard-long margarita.
Intriguing People 2016
Our sixth annual toast to the tastemakers, innovators and unsung heroes working to make Las Vegas great