Join us for crazy adventures in the wild land of Nevada--the Ad-Venturos way! © 2026 by Anchor & Fish. All rights reserved.

Noah’s Flood is recorded in God’s Word, the Bible. The Bible tells us what happened during the Flood. Of course, since the Bible says it happened, that is enough evidence to show that a worldwide Flood really occurred. However, we have overwhelming evidence from outside the Bible for a worldwide Flood. It’s all right there in creation! All we have to do is look around at the evidence with an honest, scientific attitude. This article will describe in detail how that evidence p

What could be better than Pi Day in Pie Town? Join us for slices of pi and pie. © 2025 by Anchor & Fish Ministries. All rights reserved.

In our first-ever desert backpacking trip, we face various obstacles, from caching water to deadly cold to the infamous Rattlesnake Canyon, and learn the value of working together as a family! Join us on an unexpected adventure through the Mojave Desert. © 2025 by Anchor & Fish Ministries. All rights reserved.

"Have you been to the Grand Canyon?" That is often the first question we’re asked when we tell someone we travel the country. It’s like the Grand Canyon is the most important thing to see. In our opinion, it was something we’d see if we had the chance, but not necessarily our top destination. After 4 years on the road, we got our chance to visit the Grand Canyon while staying in northern Arizona. But If we were going to visit Grand Canyon, we would do it our way - the Ad-Vent

Join the Ad-Venturos on a hilarious ride in the Coral Pink Sand Dunes of Utah! © 2025 by Anchor & Fish Ministries. All rights reserved.

We found him huddled in a hollow between the boulders. We saw the fear in his face as he looked up at us with his big round eyes. And we saw the cruel, barnacle-encrusted rope around his neck. The rope was old and crusty. It looked like it had been there for a long time. It was so tight that it was digging into the poor animal’s skin. There was a deep cut all around his little neck. He was a sea lion. A little baby sea lion all alone in the rocks on the shore of the Oregon Co

“Our lives depend on it!” - sign on cache “Okay, guys,” I announced, calculator in hand. “We need to figure out how much water to bring.” Everybody started talking at once. Statistics and logistics flew around the room until my head was spinning. But eventually we got things ironed out. I went over the details . . . again. Just to make sure we had things right. “Okay.” I rattled off the numbers. “One gallon per person per day. That’s the minimum for drinking, cooking, and h

Join us on another adventure as we explore the Sierra Nevada mountains of California! We are excited to introduce Episode 2 in the Ad-Venturos series. We hope you will be inspired to get outside and make discoveries in God's incredible Creation. © 2025 by Anchor & Fish Ministries. All rights reserved.

Want to Watch a Desert Hairy Scorpion in Action? ©2025 by Joshua Venturo The Mecca Hills of Southern California are dry, dusty, and hot. Each day, the sun beats down, parching the ground until only a few shrubs can survive. Down in the wetter washes and canyons, there are catclaw and paloverde trees. Higher, on the rocky slopes and ridges, there are creosote bushes and spiky ocotillos scattered here and there. Once in a while, there is a branchy cholla cactus bristling with s

It is a nice but anxious dinner. The slightest sounds cause us to turn our heads in nervous anticipation. We sit outside in our gazebo, enjoying the cool night air and the Christmas lights that we’ve hung around the ceiling. Suddenly, a louder sound throws us into confusion. I whip my head around, peering into the darkness and seeing a row of lights on top of what appears to be a tall vehicle. “Dad . . . I think that’s it!” Dad vaults from his chair and tears open the zipper

“Will they be ready for The Wall?” - TV announcer When I was growing up, we did not watch sports on TV. At least not typical sports. We watched bike races. While other families I knew got together to watch the World Series or the Super Bowl, we gathered in the living room watching the Tour de France. We knew people who would drive to the city to spend, it seemed, a fortune to eat a hot dog and sit in a gigantic stadium for the big game. We drove to a small, grassy parking lot

Yellow eyes shone out of the black forest, just outside the half-circle of white light our headlamps made. One winked out, then they both disappeared. Moments later, the eyes shown again, this time a few feet to the left. We summited this small Nevada mountain on a nice afternoon hike We had to do something . It was winter in the northern Nevada hills. The days had been getting shorter, and we were out later than we expected. The eyes, and whatever creature they belonged to,

Have you ever stepped into another world? I’m sure most of us have entered another world at one time or another in our imaginations during our childhoods. But there are times even as we grow older, if only we are willing to step out of our own busy worlds for a moment and look closely, when we find ourselves in another world. This past month, our family had just such an experience on the Oregon coast. The Oregon coast is made up of rocky shores, crashing waves, and tangled bu

This year we were blessed to spend several weeks on the Oregon Coast, and we are excited to publish our first video in what we are calling the "Ad-Venturos" series! Join us in a hilarious--and sometimes death-defying--adventure among the rocks and tide pools of the southern Oregon coastline! We hope you will be entertained and challenged to explore God's incredible world.

He knew we were in the water. On the four different occasions that Kelly and I came to swim in the sheltered cove on the coast of Oregon, we saw this same seal. He was watching us carefully. He would poke his head out of the water to peek at us, and when a wave came he would stretch his neck so that he could still see over the crest of the wave. Back and forth he went, popping up on one side of us and then the other. Maybe he was curious? Or maybe he was irritated that we wer

©2025 by Daniel Venturo It was a nice evening on the Oregon coast, and we had decided to take a tide pooling excursion before cleaning up and having dinner. We climbed through the rocks and started finding things—mammoth green anemones, orange and purple starfish, and spiny sea urchins. We called each other over to see tubeworms , new kinds of starfish, or strange gelatinous blobs. Then, as we peered under a large boulder, we saw a lemon! As we gathered around to examine the

“It will let up any minute now!” – a statement we now view as more of a joke Bivouac. Or bivy, for short. Because few of us can actually pronounce “bivouac” properly. Either way, it is just a fancy word for waiting. And yet, it is more than waiting. It is waiting on steroids. Take normal waiting, say, before a doctor’s appointment or standing in line at the DMV, and add wind, rain, mosquitos, hail, or snow. Or all of the above. Lower the temperature to a level that you can ba

What is it this time?” When we arrive at a new campsite, we never know what surprises await us. After over three-and-a-half years of traveling, we still have not encountered all the surprises one might consider. A few weeks ago, the surprise was a major invasion of caddisflies. They were everywhere. Apparently they had just emerged from the nearby Snake River in their adult form, and now they were coating the outside walls of our trailer and doing everything they could to get

Have you ever taken the time to notice the treasures under your feet? Whether you’re walking on the beach, along a trail, or in a gravel parking lot, there are interesting and sometimes spectacular rocks you can find—if you’re looking for them. The sun smiled down on the glassy surface of a lake high in the mountains. Jagged spires ringed the sapphire pool, reflecting their massive outlines into its dark depths. At odd intervals, a chunk of rock came loose on one of the pinna

It is inevitable. The slog, that is. We can’t avoid it. It is part of every hike, every backpacking trip, every climb, and even every paddle. If we want to go on expeditions – if we want to experience all of the summits and sunsets – we must endure the slog. One of our most memorable slogs happened months ago, in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We wanted to complete the Presidential Traverse, which is a challenging twenty-some-mile hike that climbs up and down thirteen

The hot spring in this area was part of Sawtooth National Recreation Area, outside of these beautiful Sawtooth mountains. As usual, we...

By now we are certain that things will be uncertain. By now we know that something will happen to turn our special day into a harrowing scramble for survival. By now we just go ahead and call it the “date of uncertainty.” Because somehow, the combination of Joe and I going out together is a recipe for some kind of disaster. Every Mother’s Day and birthday since Joe learned to drive, his gift to me has been a day out for just the two of us. His intentions are simple: Buy a sna

This year, it seems like we have found ourselves in slippery situations more often than we’d like. The reason for this boils down to a...

“Wait! Sorry guys – here’s another one!” “Okay, I’m coming – oh! Another! And another!” The boys stood patiently as our short afternoon hike was again interrupted. By Kelly and me. We just couldn’t help it. It started with a small patch of mountain bluebells. We were all trekking along at a brisk pace, the way we like to hike, when I stopped dead in my tracks. The flowers, some of them so blue they seemed to glow, were too stunning to pass by. But when I got out my camera to

It was our third backpacking trip in the Wind River Mountains. When we started out from the trailhead, with breakfast in our stomachs and...

“Just make sure you are having fun . . . you are having fun, right?” - man to us when we were NOT having fun Mount Sneffels. Sounds like a wimpy, pathetic mountain with a runny nose. But with its spiny, jagged ridges, steep couloirs, and an altitude of 14,155 feet, this mountain is no wimp. In fact, it is more of a bully. We should know. We have been on it three times. The first time, two years ago, we knew nothing. We set out with our brand new snowshoes and slogged our wa

It was some of the roughest terrain we have ever encountered. Nothing could have prepared us for it. As we hoisted our heavy backpacks...

“A moose that walks slowly toward you may be attacking.” - sign We were getting impatient. It seemed like we had been stalking this moose for hours. All so we could get a good picture without getting attacked. Because that is what moose do. A moose may decide he wants to attack, and there is nothing you can do about it. There are no tricks to deter him. If he is in a bad mood and you are in the way, then you may be the victim of his fury. I understand that. And I

It’s easy to say that we are relying on God to supply our needs and give us success in our endeavors. But how often do we show actual...

“Why sleep outside when you’ve got a house?” - Hudson the mouse Among the things that we decided were important enough to bring with us...

“Someone’s fixed a rope,” a fellow climber called up to us from the notch, “so you’re good!” We were on the summit of 14,155 ft. Mt. Sneffels in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. The weather was spectacular, the view was breathtaking, but our feelings were mixed as we crouched on the rocky crest surrounded by empty sky, the highest point for miles around. We were exultant in our triumph, apprehensive about what was yet to come, shaky and on edge from the effects of the adre

The south face of Humboldt Peak I cringed every time I thought about it. That long, sawtooth ridge sweeping up to the summit was locked...

Should you go against the current? I guess that depends on the direction of the current, the direction you want to go, and how much...

Have you ever heard of a cholla (pronounced CHOY-uh)? In case you haven’t, it is a large cactus that grows like a bush, its thick green...

We had been looking forward to paddleboarding on this river for a long time. When we pulled up to our campground, I looked out the window...

We don’t like rain. Not at all. The mere mention of rain makes us shudder. We absolutely loathe rain. Rain is a trial to be endured. And...

Photo by Jenny Venturo We are not a typical family, and we have never done things in the typical way. Nobody who travels full-time in an...

Photo by Paul Venturo “Ouch!” My elbow hits the counter. My leg knocks something off the shelf. I pull and strain. By the time I get the...

Photo by Jenny Venturo Dad is in the passenger seat. It is funny to see him there because he usually drives. And he does not look very...

Photo by Paul Venturo When I was in high school, we had a cheer that went, “You’ve got to want it to win it, and we want it bad . . .” I...

Photo by Jenny Venturo It’s inevitable. We have an amazing day packed with adventure. But the day must end—and we must clean up. It is...

Photo by Jenny Venturo I look above me--mist. I look to my right--mist. To my left? More mist. Looking down at my feet is my only...

Photo by Daniel Venturo You step into the ice-cold water. You wonder whether you really want to do this as the water rises about you. You...

Photo by Jenny Venturo “There’s a storm coming, just so you know.” - lady we should have listened to “Guys!” I looked around at...

Photo by Jenny Venturo Little does Dad know that an Amos Situation is about to strike. Maybe you are familiar with the Scripture passage...

Photo by Paul Venturo Yes, Icelandic State Park looks pretty "northern" if you get the right angle. Icelandic State Park, way up in the...

Photo by Jenny Venturo The sun was just sinking under the hills when we pulled ourselves up the last rock to the top of a small mountain....

Photo by Paul Venturo It certainly wasn’t Colorado. And we were a little sad to be here. We had left behind the glorious snowy mountains,...

Photo by Paul Venturo The loose rock in this picture is called "talus." Scree is a type of talus consisting of very small pieces of rock....