A privately owned zoo flourishes in Moapa Valley’s rural setting, drawing visitors for guided tours of the facility and hands-on acquaintance with many animals in the 160-member menagerie. Where else in our area can you pet a gentle camel, watch agile and amusing otters at play, touch a soft young kangaroo, feed carrots to a zebra or get within inches of porcupines dining on fruits and vegetables?
Michael Laygo, in a gleaming white blazer, sings “The Impossible Dream” and stretches “the un-r-e-a-c-h-able star” until the audience can hold its breath no more.
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
We figured we’d have to wait to get into Spicy Tuna Sushi early on a recent weeknight. As it turned out, we figured wrong. There was no wait at all, and I’m mystified as to why that was the case.
So now we’re going to have two costumed rock “Legends”-type shows, with one of them moving back into the Harmon Theater, which filed for bankruptcy protection this week.
For Earl Hoy, who’s looking for Portuguese sausage, fellow readers have not only local sources but also a brand recommendation.
Scouring the desert and mountains, wind gathers tiny sand grains and pushes the grains into drifts. Over time, when conditions are favorable, the gathered sand grows into shifting mountains several hundred feet high. In some places in the desert Southwest, vast dune deposits cover miles, taking on a life of their own. They form shapes such as stars or crescents. They even make sounds. All of them whisper as the sand moves, but some squeak or sing and a few actually boom as dry sand cascades from a high crest down the lee side.
Puppeteers hide behind their work, so there is no reason why you should know it’s Michael Curry who brought forth crab monsters from the sand in “Ka” or bunnies to terrorize Criss Angel in “Believe.”
