Otherwise known as the ride that Ewoks would have built — if they weren't fighting off stormtroopers with rocks and saving the Empire. You board a little black dangling pouch of a car and, suspended from the track above, thread your way through trees, swinging side to side, bobbing and weaving through the foliage, dodging branches and swooping over ponds. You feel like Chow Yun-Fat floating through the bamboo. It's pleasant. It's almost beautiful. Or, as the Ewoks say, it's “yub yub.”

—Gendy Alimurung

LA Weekly