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Social climber
May 20, 2013 - 12:18pm PT
On the lighter side of things, here is what Warren Harding had to say about this amazing lady. From the "Glossary of Climbers According to the Zone System," near the end of Downward Bound:

BEVERLY JOHNSON............................ZONE 2.
Affectionately known as Beverly Buns, this shapely young lady combines feminine charm with brute-strength manliness.

Zone 2 was defined as ordinary super-climbers, especially excelling in high-level free-climbing.

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
May 20, 2013 - 12:33pm PT
hamie, did you know that Warren was Betty Friedan's cousin?

Social climber
May 20, 2013 - 03:50pm PT
Beverly Johnson and her husband Mike Hoover on the summit of "Angles L...
Beverly Johnson and her husband Mike Hoover on the summit of "Angles Landing" in Zion N.P. Spring of 1978
Photo: Olaf Mitchell
Credit: o-man

Trad climber
May 20, 2013 - 09:17pm PT
Beverly and Astroman

I knew Bev from climbing with her some in the 70’s. We did a number of short crack climbs in Yosemite. She had an infectious energy, raw power and determination on the rock which I much admired. I also loved how she handled being a woman climber when there were few and when lots of men were threatened by the thought of a woman entering their prized mostly male sanctuary. She entered the holy place without knocking and blasted around with such confidence and verve it made all the chauvinism look utterly silly.

I have not told the following tale anywhere because it is hardly my proudest moment or hers (I can’t find any writing of hers on the climb either), but Beverley and I did Astroman in the early 80s, nearly coming undone in the process. I was determined to get it free within my old traditional standards of few falls, no hangs and starting over after falls from free stances or pitch starts. I was still in rebellion against style transitions of the day and prone to occasional mad proselytizing on the subject. Beverley respected my desire and knew about my stylistic warring but mostly just wanted to do the climb however we did it. Off we went.

All went well until the Enduro Corner. Beverley tried to lead it but half way up got tired and started hanging for rests. She was angry at herself the more she rested. I was quiet at first, and then in a rising pissy mood protested, “NO AID.” She told me to f*#k off. I said we should rap off if we couldn’t do it in good style. She challenged me right back saying something like, “Let’s see you do it right.” Now I was wildly fired up to give it a go, just the mood I needed looking back on it. Down she came and up I went. She was grim faced but I ignored her. We should have talked it out but didn’t. When I was about a third of the way up the corner, she told me she wouldn’t hold me if I fell and I’d just have to start over. “Fine” I yelled back. The camaraderie we had established over several climbs together was falling apart. I found there were a few edges on the right wall allowing rests here and there and managed to get near the end of the corner without a fall before the crack opens up. Suddenly a batch of swallows burst out of the crack into my face and off I went, screaming. Before I could say anything, Beverly, true to her promise and the very rules I touted for the climb, lowered me away to start again.

At the belay ledge I looked at her and said, sheepishly, “It wasn’t my fault!” She looked at me with her soft but penetrating eyes and slowly started to smile, then laugh. Our temper tantrum melted away thanks to her good heart. She, unlike me, was looking beyond the climbing to its meaning for two people who loved the walls. We sat and laughed for several moments. Then, looking over to Half Dome starting to turn golden she slapped my leg and said, “You’re a f*#ker!” I said back, “I know.” I remember that interchange like it happened yesterday. I guess it was what I needed, because I got the corner next try and Beverly followed it with only one fall and rest, and was fine with it.

Higher, the other remaining challenge for us was the Harding Slot. Beverly wanted a go at leading saying something like, “I want this sucker.” Looking up at it, I was happy to let her give it a go. I had never been on the route and was horrified by the slanting bomb bay look of it. She fired off the lower layback but had trouble getting into the slot. I told her to come down and try it again, though getting down from such an overhanging thing was not easy. She came back after some rope shenanigans, looked out at the waning light and told me to give it a go. Now we were comrades again, trying to get up the wall and get off with whatever combination of climbing worked. Perhaps it was because I was pretty skinny in those years but I found I could get into the slot as it widened without too much effort. The only problem was the minimal protection. In current parlance, I think one needs about a #6 to adequately protect the slot and we had nothing close.

A strange thing happened as Beverley followed: she turned the tables. She tried the chimney part twice without luck, but insisted on down climbing each time to start over. Down climbing the Harding Slot from almost anywhere beyond the beginning probably is harder than climbing up it. I couldn’t tell if she didn’t want to weight the rope or take a big swing. It was getting late. Now I was the one concerned about getting up before dark versus style issues. “Beverley, we’ve got to get going.” Or words to that affect. “Shut up Higgins. We’re doing it your way.” And those words are exactly hers. Even in my frustrated state I thought, What a woman. Third try she got it.

Above, there are a couple of strenuous laybacking pitches. I remember Beverley zoomed up one of them in waning light (I think it’s called Changing Corners). I got the last pitch in near dark, for me the toughest on the climb. While it’s face climbing, right up my alley, it was hard to see and protect and the rock seemed crumbly. Unlike me, Beverley didn’t whimper about the oncoming dark and try to hurry me. She followed with no problem or comment.

We had lights and got down the descent gully gingerly, feeling wasted and not talking much. The minimal dialog I remember with her, and the last we spoke to one another due to her untimely death, went something like:

“Not the best climb,” I said.

Unfazed, “It was OK.”

More skittering down the gully.

“Sorry I got pissed,” I said.

“OK, f*#ker.”

Farewell again, Beverly, good and brave soul you were.

Tom Higgins

Ice climber
Soon 2B Arizona
Topic Author's Reply - May 20, 2013 - 09:43pm PT
Thanks for that, Tom

Trad climber
Santa Cruz Mountains and Monterey Bay
May 20, 2013 - 11:28pm PT
That's a great story, Tom, thank you for sharing!

Gym climber
May 20, 2013 - 11:50pm PT

Social climber
May 21, 2013 - 02:04am PT
Reilly, I think that Betty Freidan would have been very proud of Bev Johnson.

Trad climber
Santa Cruz Mountains and Monterey Bay
May 27, 2013 - 02:35am PT
one sunny day with Mike and Bev at their little house in Eagle Rock, near where we were classmates at Occidental College...

Mike and i are out on the back porch, deep in conversation about some project or other...

Bev is back there trying to repair some mechanical problem on his old VW bus, cussing and fussing...Mike is helping by making occasional sideline suggestions as a counterpoint to her frustrations...

Mike moves our conversation into the house, so we won't be distracted by her cussing...



May 27, 2013 - 11:12am PT

Me and Hoover are at the airport runway on Molokai and some guy there just came up and told us a typhoon is supposed to hit the islands in a couple of days.

Hoover instantly says; "Clear the runway, Bev is coming" ........

Trad climber
Ketchum Idaho
May 27, 2013 - 01:32pm PT
I was climbing at Suicide Rock with a friend from Seattle in about 1975 on a beautiful warm day--don't remember which route, but it became memorable because Bev and another hot young woman climber(whose name I won't mention) roped up on the route about 5 yards to our right and proceeded to climb it topless. Needless to say we were very impressed by their technical climbing ability and enjoyed watching them as we paralleled their route for a couple of pitches.

Trad climber
Kalispell, Montana
May 28, 2013 - 01:58am PT
Come on Hardshell. Out with the name.
Flip Flop

Trad climber
Truckee, CA
May 10, 2014 - 11:38pm PT
Bump it up.

Sport climber
May 11, 2014 - 11:43am PT

Alan Roberts was, at that time, sort of the Woody Allen of West Ridge – not considered by his peers as anybody that should be teaching others to climb.

Ends up, he took her to Stoney twice and then to Tahquitz – where they failed miserably on the White Maiden.

Alan went on to become a highly respected rock climber and Tuolumne climbing guide. She went on to become Beverly Johnson.

Don Lauria


Trad climber
Courtenay, B.C.
May 12, 2014 - 12:49am PT
Daryl Hatten once told me that he was hitch-hiking down in Yosemite and was picked up by a topless Bev Johnson...

If true, it's a shame that no one managed to get a pictorial record of this historic moment, as the photographer could have pimped the image to a major Hollywood film studio for use as a poster for their next production of Beauty and the Beast.
Clint Cummins

Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
May 12, 2014 - 03:07am PT

There's some footage of Bev in this. Ron and Werner, too!
(Was formerly on Ed's site, but at least not at the original URL anymore).

Social climber
1187 Hunterwasser
May 12, 2014 - 04:09am PT
McHale's Navy

Trad climber
From Panorama City, CA
Jul 26, 2016 - 04:20pm PT
This photo goes with my post from February 14, 2013 in this thread. This is Bev looking up through a crack on the Leaning Tower while we were both soloing it in 1977.

Beverly Johnson Leaning Tower solo 1977
Beverly Johnson Leaning Tower solo 1977
Credit: McHale's Navy
jeff constine

Trad climber
Ao Namao
Jul 26, 2016 - 04:40pm PT
Credit: Peter Hayes. R.I.P
Met Bev at the 210 wall around 91 92 After that we became great friends, climbed with her a bunch along with Peter Hayes at Tahquitz Rock, Punch bowl, Williamson, Joshua Tree, Malibu. Hung out with her at her house in Pasadena, met Mr Hover and her Pet Crow. Bev was Super Cool lady, had many good times up until her Death, April 3rd 1994. She made plans for me to go climbing with her up the Grand, had my ticket ready to fly to Wyoming!! Bam I get a call from my Dad, sorry son but your friend Beverly Johnson passed away, this was the day before my birthday.. Had a crappy B day.. Cried for days.

I miss her still.


How I met her at the 210 wall is a funny story, ill tell it another day.
john hansen

Jul 26, 2016 - 07:58pm PT
Thanks for the video Clint.

Quite interesting.was the 'flake' traverse the Jardine traverse?
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