Tribal Rite on El Cap. This was a wild line with tons of exposure and great climbing. At the time, it was kosher to pitch your shit bags off of the cliff and in doing so one day, a piece of TP with a little brown anchor detached itself and floated around us in the updrafts. At first it was just funny, but twenty minutes later when it kept following us, it earned the name "Casper the Unfriendly Poop Ghost." It finally floated away.