It’s the sad truth. We had a little cooler, it had a load of ice, it was keeping our pork cold, our salsa cold, our bit of cheddar cheese cold. And now all is lost!
It was so cold on the Oregon coast that we left the cooler outside the motel room door and in the morning, poof! it was gone. The maids didn’t have it, the manager didn’t have it. Probably the next door neighbours have it. But we decided to take Uncle Murray’s approach to the matter: I guess someone needed it more than we did. I just hope they enjoyed that pork (it had apricots and dates imbedded inside it – very posh pork) 
