Obituary: John Ewbank, 1948 – 2013

It was amidst the vertiginous sandstone walls and smooth-trunked gums of the Blue Mountains that John Ewbank became one of Australia’s foremost climbers of the 1960s. His accomplishments were many. At 18 (in 1966) he climbed Australia’s first 21 (with a rest), the powerful crack of Janicepts at Mt Piddington, a line which would have to wait another eight years before Mike Law finally freed it (Janicepts still repels plenty of people today). At the venerable age of 19, he published his landmark guide, Rock Climbs in the Blue Mountains, in which he ditched the old English-derived adjectival grading system and introduced the elegant, open-ended numerical grading system we know and love today. He almost singlehandedly developed the mighty vertical chosspit of the Dogface, forcing a number of tenuous, scary lines up its crumbling, barely-held-together sandstone. He established Australia’s first climbing magazine, Thrutch. All this – and other feats too numerous to mention – before retiring from climbing in the early ‘70s at just 24.

Born in England in 1948, John migrated with his parents to Australia as a teenager. Initially it was not a happy move. In his talk for the 1993 Escalade festival, entitled Ironmongers of the Dreamtime (from which I will liberally quote), he wrote ‘For me, the decision to migrate seemed like a catastrophic blunder; I believed that the centre of the universe was the gritstone outcrops of Yorkshire.’ However, it didn’t take long for him to discover the Blue Mountains, and so began a second phase of his love affair, one that was to last throughout his life.

The young Ewbank quickly got involved in the local scene. He was taken under the wing of one of the leading climbers of the day, Bryden Allen, with whom he formed a somewhat unlikely partnership. Ewbank described it thus, ‘He was 23 and I was 15 – a very – how shall I say it – abrasive? Competitive? Combative whippersnapper.’ At around this time the prevailing aid climbing ethos was giving away to the concept of ‘clean climbing’ and Ewbank embraced the new movement with near-religious conviction, even chopping bolt ladders that he himself had put up just a year before. This anti-bolt feeling was one that would last throughout his life, at Escalade John said:

It may serve us well to remember though, that just as aid climbing, as an end in itself, became more or less passe – or at least not the ultimate skill to aspire to – the times will change again and today’s hardest and most highly-prized bolted sport routes may well come to be viewed as the quaint relics of a passing phase that climbing had to go through. Climbs achieve their own market value within the psyche of each new generation. Personally I believe that the wheel will turn a full 360 degrees and that the most valued climbs of the future will once more be routes where all that exists is the illusion of the absence of previous human passage – as opposed to those climbs which bear the rusting or stainless steel evidence of it.

As part of the clean climbing mania Ewbank even began manufacturing his own chocks, known as ‘Crackers’. John described them, ‘Carrying the bigger ones almost guaranteed to make failure a foregone conclusion; despite all the lightening holes, the sheer weight of them made it virtually impossible for even the strongest leader to actually get off the ground at all.’

In 1967 John released his new guide, it included what is now known as the Ewbank System of grading. In the guide he describes it as ‘revolutionary’. And it was, being the first open-ended system, or, as it he described it the guide, ‘This system starts, it has no finish.’ In 1993 he reflected back on it, ‘A guidebook should not be confused with Isaac Newton’s Principia Mathematica. Grades are only meant to be, and can only ever be, a subjective and approximate rating.’

At the same time John was also beginning to explore the Dogface, that terrifying wall formed by the collapse of a mighty flake of rock, leaving behind a horror of soft sandstone. Victorian climbers, looking to insult John, called it ‘Ewbank’s Sandpit’. All the big routes of the wall were climbed by John – and given suitably grandiose names – Colossus (M6), Goliath (16,M6), Titan (18,M6), Gigantor (M5). To this day they remain intimidating, rarely repeated lines. Among some of his other notable ascents, with local climber, Alan Keller, he also climbed the first (aided) ascent of the Totem Pole in Tasmania, with the two spending the night weathering a big storm on top of the pole following their ascent. Afterwards Keller swore he could feel the pole swaying during the night.

The ‘60s was definitely Ewbank’s era, at Escalade he said, ‘By the early ‘70s I became so disheartened by the bolting wars and the associated ethical arguments that I decided to abandon ship entirely and concentrate purely on music.’ In 1972 he moved to New York to pursue his music career. It was there he lived up until his death, although he would return to Australia from time to time and still occasionally pull on his climbing shoes to attempt some adventure climbing in the Grose Valley. It seems that his love for climbing never really died, ‘Even now as a broken down old fart, I feel a tremendous kinship with some of these young climbers; even though they are doing stuff technically far harder than anything we were doing in the Jurassic period. At the same time I feel an unbreakable bond with climbers of my own and previous generations. The central focus of the fetish of most young contemporary climbers has moved closer and closer to the pure beauty and sheer technical difficulty of a single move – whereas the central focus of my fetish was how far back the last runner was.’

I never got to meet John, but we corresponded by email when I was the editor of Rock magazine. I enjoyed his emails immensely, he was very funny, and he still had a genuine interest and love for climbing. To me, he seemed like the climbers’ climber, a man who not only enjoyed the physical act of climbing, but also thought deeply about the rock and the meaning of it all. I will leave the last word on the meaning of it all to John, in a quote which seems especially pertinent to our times, ‘The famous “Last Great Problem”, which climbers have been forever trying to solve, may in the end, turn out to be nothing more than the ability to leave the unclimbable alone.’
Ross Taylor

All of us here at Vertical Life would like to express our condolences and best wishes to John’s family and friends. He will be sorely missed. You can, and should, read the full version of John’s talk for the 1993 Escalade Festival here.


8 thoughts on “Obituary: John Ewbank, 1948 – 2013

  1. Steve Arsenault

    John would of appreciated this fine memorial to him. He was a dear friend of mine who I climbed with in 1970-71. He climbed with me on my home turf, in New Hampshire, (USA) just 2 years ago, and really enjoyed it.

    He will be missed by many.

  2. Armando Corvini

    I met John at the Blue Mountain Escalade in 1990 my impression was very positive,warm, funny, musical, a man how gave to Australia’s climbers the simple numeric grading system, some of the most daring climbs in the Blue Mountains and elswere.
    Missed by many

  3. Phillip (Phil) Hazleton

    I was walking with my wife this afternoon (8 June 2014) around the top of Mt Gibraltar Bowral NSW Australia – where we live – when we bumped into two young climbers coming up the track behind us. Hearing the clink of climbing gear (crabs, pegs and chocks to my old ears) I turned and said “Gee that sound takes me back many years” (I’m now 66). We talked for a bit. I said I used to be a member of the Sydney Rock Climbing Club in the ‘60’s mentioned my uncle Russ Kippax and a few people I knew like John Ewbank. So it was that this afternoon I sadly learned of death.
    John and I were both members of the SRC and bumped into each other on most weekends around Narrowneck (Katoomba) or Mt Piddington (Mt Piddington). I never climbed with him but we became good friends and ended up sharing a terrace-house (with our girlfriends) in Cleveland Street, Surrey Hills. I was studying Fine Art at the National Art School in Paddo. John was working for Paddy Pallin (a bushwalking and climbing gear store that was then on the corner of Bathurst and George Streets, in Sydney).
    I have great memories of evenings of cheese, red wine and “Bob Dylan at full tilt” while we sawed up lengths of hexagonal aluminium rods (the vice was bolted into the sideboard in the dining room), drilling and filing them into “crackers” (chocks) that were then sold to Paddy Pallin’s shop. I still have one somewhere with “JE” stamped into it.
    I taught John his first guitar chords! We were very much into Dylan. I have a great memory of one late Sunday afternoon after a weekend’s climbing. John and Alex Campbell were putting up a route on the Dogface in Katoomba and were nearing the top. A few of us drove around to the top. Knowing I had a guitar in car, John (on a vertical wall right there just across from where I was sitting) asked me to and grab it. I played the guitar and John sang Dylan as he completed the last pitch. They were great times. I’m saddened to hear his not “out there” somewhere.
    Thanks for this article.

  4. Thelma Blitz

    New York knew him as a musician. On 3/30/15 at 10 PM New York Time,(DST), I am rebroadcasting an interview we did with him in 1993 at ,channel 2, the Lifestyle channel. There are musical excerpts on YouTube at clairedelune49. Apres La Revolution, Christmas on the Bowery, Bleeding to Death in Amercia, Tango 332. RIP John.

  5. Adrian Woodcraft

    This might be a little off topic, but is there a DEFINITION of Ewbank’s grades anywhere? Did he write down a set of criteria for any given grade? I’ve searched and searched for such, but all I get is articles ABOUT John and his system, or comparison charts with other systems. But without some definition, route grades are still just far too subjective.

    I also started climbing in the “dark age” of 1967, and am still climbing currently twice a week. When I started, there was a pioneer named Dennis Stocks quietly doing some remarkable things up here in SE Queensland. I have been trying to find him again for about the past 10 years but nobody seems to have heard of him or know anything of his present whereabouts or state of health. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. :( Can anyone reading this put us in contact with each other again? I will be extremely grateful to anyone who can.


    Adrian Woodcraft.

  6. Lance Rutherford

    I knew Dennis Stocks, he was in the Brisbane Rockclimbers but respectfully I dont remember him as being a gun climber. I was in the Rockclimbers when it started up but I was basically a Bushwalker. Dennis was certainly a much better climber than myself. I also knew Alan Kellar who was in the Lowood scouts with 3 other young fellows who come along and joined the Brisbane Bushwalkers when I was there. I believe Alan lived in Tasmania for a time around 1972 and was probably in the Climbers Club with a group of extremely talented climbers – walkers at the time. They were the good times.


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