The best tip I can give you if you're taking the Road to Hana tour while in Maui is don't sit in the last corner seat on the bus, but you probably already know that one. One of the big highlights for me on the trip was the visit to the grave of Charles Lindbergh. It was odd because we drove past the gates to homes owned by celebrities and had no desire really to photograph them or care about them, but the cow motiff at the entrance to Weird Al Yankovitc's house was pretty. I had my heart set on taking a photo of the burial site of Charles Lindbergh, and views of the cliffs at the water's edge were all beginning to look about the same.
I don't know why I brought it up at the moment that I did, but all of a sudden I asked whether we were close to the grave of Charles Lindbergh. Turned out our tour driver had passed it by without any intention for some reason of stopping, and it was only a few minutes back up the road. There was no sign. So how did I know?
This was also important to Barbara because while we were at the airport in Sacramento looking at books to read on our trip to Maui, I had suggested she read Bill Bryson's Summer of 1927. He has such a style of writing that he sucks you into his books and keeps you laughing and entertained all the way to the end as you savor each word penned. Much of that story is about Charles Lindbergh, so of course I aced all the questions put to us by our tour guide on the Road to Hana.
The guys on the tour were very gratefull that I had mentioned stopping. It was my payback to them for all of the graciousness they had extended during my pitiful episode. What comes around often goes around, you know. You can read more in my personal blog today about the Road to Hana from Wailea.