Most of our memories of dear Paco are from the mid 90's when we would see him much more often because we were in the gorge most every weekend. We remember one year inviting Paco to come to our house in Beaverton for Thanksgiving weekend. It was great to have him in our main home and share a Turkey feast. Despite having plenty of room in our guest bedroom, Paco chose to sleep out in his old green van parked in front of our house. It was his traveling home for so many years and it makes me smile just thinking about Paco and his van pulling up at the Hatchery or Dougs or where ever the wind was blowing. RIP Paco.