For as long as she could remember, Emily’s fondest memories were of the road trips her father, Jim, would take her on. Whether it was a spontaneous drive to a nearby lake, a weekend camping trip in the mountains, or simply cruising down back roads with no destination in mind, those adventures had shaped her childhood. Jim, an old-school road warrior, had always believed that the journey was just as important as the destination. But as the years passed and time caught up with him, his days behind the wheel grew fewer. Now in his seventies, his reflexes weren’t what they used to be, and he had reluctantly given up driving.
This Father’s Day, Emily wanted to do something special—something that honored the tradition her dad had started all those years ago. So, she surprised him with a brand-new 2025 Heartland Prowler Lynx 17BHX from San Angelo RVs. It was her very first RV, a perfect entry-level rig that gave her the ability to take the wheel and continue their adventures together.
The morning of Father’s Day, Emily pulled up to her dad’s house, honking the horn just like he used to when picking her up for their trips. Jim stepped outside, his expression a mix of confusion and excitement. “Whose rig is this?” he asked, running his hand along the smooth blue and gray exterior.
Emily grinned. “Ours, Dad. I got it so we can keep our tradition alive.”
Jim’s eyes misted over. “You’re taking me on a trip?”
“Not just any trip,” she said. “We’re going to that fishing spot we used to go to every summer.”
Jim chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I never thought I’d get back on the road like this.”
The Perfect Father-Daughter Rig
The Heartland Prowler Lynx 17BHX was the perfect choice for their day-trip adventure. At just over 3,500 lbs, it was easy for Emily to tow with her SUV. San Angelo RVs was a short drive from their home in Slaton, TX.
The compact size made maneuvering a breeze, but inside, it felt surprisingly spacious. The layout was ideal for the two of them—a cozy dinette where they could share old stories over morning coffee, bunk beds that reminded Emily of the nights she spent camping as a kid, and a small but efficient kitchen where she could prepare their favorite road-trip snacks.
As they hit the road, Jim settled into the passenger seat, a grin stretched across his face. “I never thought I’d be the co-pilot,” he mused.
Emily smirked. “I learned from the best.”
They spent the drive reminiscing about past trips, like the time Jim took a wrong turn and they ended up at a rodeo instead of a lake, or the time Emily, as a ten-year-old, insisted on navigating with a paper map and led them straight into a dead-end.
When they arrived at the lake, Emily set up camp effortlessly, grateful for the Prowler Lynx’s easy-to-use stabilizing jacks and electric awning. She pulled out two folding chairs, handing her dad a cold lemonade before settling beside him.
“Still got it, kiddo,” Jim said, raising his drink in a toast.
Emily smiled. “Thanks to you.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden hues across the lake, Jim sighed contentedly. “I thought my road trip days were over.”
Emily squeezed his hand. “Not even close.”
Under the stars, with the crackling of a small fire beside them, Emily knew that no matter how much time passed, some traditions were meant to last forever. And now, thanks to her new RV, the journey was just beginning again.
