While C and I rotated laps for 6 hrs. during this weekend’s mt. bike race, Mae was biding her time under the truck. She was a welcome companion for each of us after the completion of a lap. We’d stumble back to the truck, try to locate some much-needed fuel, and there she’d be: absolutely ecstatic that she had spotted a familiar face. OH WOW. YOU’RE HERE AND YOU’RE COVERED WITH SALT, WHICH IS ALMOST AS GOOD AS WET DOG FOOD. Mae seems particularly fond of us after we’ve been riding and/or running. Most people would call it dried sweat. Mae calls it Nectar of the Gods.