Within this Technicolor snow-capped mountain, you’ll find a wonderful perils-of-Pauline log-flume caper featuring Jay Ward’s feckless Canadian Mountie bungling his rescue of Nell Fenwick from Snidely Whiplash. The winding 5-minute journey—ups, downs, indoor, outdoor, surprise backsplashes, chunky robotic characters—climaxes in a stomach-juggling double-dip drop that hurtles, unexpectedly, through a humped underground gully. Although the 75-foot drop starts out at 45 degrees, it steepens to 50 degrees, creating a weightless sensation. Front- and back-seat riders get soaked, and anyone who didn’t get soaked probably will when they double back to the disembarking zone, because that’s when they’ll face the firing squad of sadistic bystanders who shoot water cannons at passing boats. Ripsaw Falls is terrific fun. No one gets off it grumpy—the mark of amusement success. The ride often closes for a few weeks in off-season for a scrub.
Strategies: Seats are tight, but it helps if you straighten your legs as you get in and out. There are optional lockers in the nook to the left of the entrance gate—use them, because there’s no boat storage. It’s $4 for 90 minutes, which may allow you to also use the same locker for riding Popeye & Bluto’s Barges. The Gasoline Alley shop, across the main path, sells $11 ponchos, but on Ripsaw Falls, you straddle the seat so your feet won’t be easy to cover. Best to wear sandals.