There are two bridges tucked within the maze. There's Ray's flag, off too far to taunt. We use the high vantage point to scope out maze areas yet to be traversed, and to rest on the steps. I can also see the starting station, and drag the flag back. Seven feet of PVC tube is just too damn heavy.
Passengers are free to ask each other for help to the next destination.
However, do not share your secrets unless specifically requested to do so. We've dragged our weary selves through most of the maze. Neal is sensing the greater scheme of things. I motion to his tentative compadres on the other side of the corn, fooled by our adult-like appearance. No one's looking.