It's difficult for me to sit idle and watch my friends climb while I try to wait out a rest day. Too often I give in to the temptation to join the fun, and I inevitably find myself laying prone and exhausted on the ground, with a few new holes in my fingertips and a freshly bruised ego.
The only way I've found to prevent this from happening is to simply leave my climbing shoes in the car, and remember to bring a camera. The light box gives my twitchy fingers something to do, and I find that any time I spend six hours behind a lens, I learn something new. I restricted myself to a single focal length (35mm) and found that I learned a lot in a few hours of shooting. Mostly that my friend Jim has shoulders the size of cantaloupes, and my friend Joseph has a gift for hanging on to grips that looks suspiciously like razor blades.