About Ted Reckas

I write and shoot stories for a local newspaper in Laguna Beach. I’ve also had some adventures and written and shot photos of those too. And then sometimes I just get ideas while walking down the street, and write and make pictures of those too.

The Rest of Yosemite

This first appeared this summer on the Parks Project blog, a cool project run by my friend Keith Eshelman.


I got a call from my buddy Clarke and I had to go. He had a plumb line picked out in the high country, away from the heat and crowds of Yosemite Valley, and was looking for a climbing partner. We were headed for a route on Cathedral Peak, 700 feet of gleaming white granite topping out at 10,916 feet.

It felt liberating and expansive to leave our everyday routines and go to Yosemite, not only a National Park, but a UN World Heritage site, on a rarified list that includes the Walled City of Baku, Angkor Wat and the Galapagos Islands. Once you’re there, pack on your back, disappearing into the forest, there’s no doubt this place – a place to which John Muir said, “no temple made with hands can compare,” – belongs on that list.


While driving past the liquor stores and freight cars of Mojave on the trip up, I wondered if it’s absurd to drive six-hours just to run up a trail as fast as we can, climb a huge rock, run back down, jump in the car and head home.

The early bird gets the splitter granite.

The immense granite faces of Yosemite were 25 million years in the making. The radical change of the landscape, though made invisible by its glacial pace, effects you here, slows you down. Environmental writer Kenneth Brower wrote of the Yosemite High Country, “Each visit there is a personal time travel, a return to the very beginnings of myself.” Once you’re living outside, sleeping on the ground, drinking snowmelt, the idea of blitzing up here for a just few days feels almost insolent in some way, if nothing else, to our selves.


As I got my hands on the coarse white granite, I focused on the climbing. Each footstep became a unique event in itself. Instead of wondering whether it’s absurd that we do this, I thought it was absurd that we don’t do this more.

Walking in the shadows of big peaks, still below tree line, you only get glimpses of granite walls that go up, up, up. You feel tiny. Once on the summit, you can see like an equal among towering peers. The high mountains and ridges stand out in succession, growing hazy toward the horizon, and now you realize the extent of Yosemite. It covers 760,000 acres. The Valley, with swarms around Camp Curry and Half Dome, is a tiny part of the park; most of Yosemite is backcountry, this austere, harder to access area that remains similar to when the Miwok lived here. I can imagine the endless magical places – streams and cliffs and coves and waterfalls that no trails lead to, and no one ever visits.


Four million people come to Yosemite every year. Our impact on wild places can be huge, or it can be small, depending on how we act. National Parks and the people who take care of them are faced with budget cuts. Learning about minimum impact practices, and traveling in the backcountry with no trace gives as much of a sense of accomplishment as climbing a big route.


The climbing was only 5.6. Most experienced climbers would do it without a rope, but I’d been bodysurfing, gardening and hanging out with my two year old more than climbing, and decided to be a responsible dad. We did the Cathedral Traverse, which connects Cathedral Peak to a ridgeline with several other summits. It was a big day and the route pushed Clarke and I hard, which is what we wanted – a little penance for our absence. At the end we jumped in a lake, the best part of a day of climbing. The dirt and sweat and heat comes off and you feel cleansed beyond the physical. Your knees are iced, your feet cooled, your body tingles, your mind is quiet. You feel an uncommon, almost otherworldly peace, and it sticks around for a while. You’ve spent a little time in that part of life that lies out there like the rest of Yosemite, elevated and rarely traversed, and you resolve to come back more often before heading back down the trail toward the car.


Mission Aquarius nominated for a Webby!


Woo hoo! The Mission Aquarius video series we made at One World One Ocean was nominated for a Webby Award in News & Politics!

A big honor, considering the company we are in: NY Times, Washington Post, ABC News, the Daily Beast, etc. This couldn’t have been done without incredible teams (both OWOO, and Aquarius Reef Base), and an incredible story. Read about Mission Aquarius here, and watch the video series:

Mission Aquarius: Mission Accomplished


Aquarius Reef Base is an incredible resource for ocean exploration and understanding of our planet and we almost lost it. After budget cuts it was slated to be shut down, but after a ton of effort by numerous teams and individuals, to bring attention to the issue, new leadership has stepped in with funding to keep it open. While this is due to numerous factors, we’d like to think our team at One World One Ocean had a good deal to do with it.

Read the post on our blog, The Water Column, here.


A Message from Midway

This was first posted on the OWOO blog Jan 9.

I first saw a trailer for this film by Chris Jordan months ago. It was beautifully shot, with a haunting message. Thousands of miles from the nearest humans, a seemingly paradisical island inhabited by sea birds is slowly being strangled by our plastic discards. The beautiful creatures go on eating bits of junk they think is food, filling their stomachs with something that will inevitably kill them slowly and quietly, out of view of the world. The pure innocence of animals, beauty of natural ecosystems, and and unintended cruelty of our wasteful ways is powerful.

Jordan asks a simple question: “Do we have the courage to face the realities of our time, and allow ourselves to feel deeply enough that it transforms us?”

The new trailer is even better than the first one. Here it is.

MIDWAY : trailer : a film by Chris Jordan from Midway on Vimeo.

Winter Wonderland

First posted yesterday on the OWOO blog.

As a reminder of my time on the other side of the surfing coin, living in the mountains, riding snow, I still occasionally get powder alerts from various ski resorts. It’s a little painful when we’ve had a long flat spell and I sit down at my laptop to see Snowbird got 20 inches last night. Especially when the water temp drops, the offshores blow cold out of the canyons, and the north swells have yet to show – it starts to seem like all the chilliness is for naught. But then a slide like this comes across the light box and it all makes sense – yes, we have our white winters here at the beach too.



The OWOO Crew is a blog series that introduces readers to the people behind OneWorldOneOcean.com. As Online Editor, I figured I’d jump in first, so here’s my post, by Kimmy Helling and Sarah Bedolfe. (See original here.)

To kick off this blog series, we’d like to introduce you to someone whose work you are already familiar with from visiting this website. As Online Editor for One World One Ocean, Ted has a hand in everything that touches our site, from content to design to implementation to campaign planning to partner and contributor relationships. Between editing the blog, coordinating the development of infographics, and launching the online store, among other tasks, the new father still finds time occasionally to show the rest of the team photos of his adorable son, Cedar.

He is an avid surfer as well as a photographer, and we couldn’t help but notice that he also has a real knack for modeling. Without further ado, this is Ted:

Photo by Geoff Glenn.