I once ran into a fellow that took a ghost shite while pooping on a glacier. It was a bit windy and snow was blowin around, which of course means uncomfortable crapping conditions. Rather than take his parka all of the way off he opted to keep it wrapped around his waist for warmth. He did his business and turned to bury his turd but couldn't find it.

I loaned him some wet wipes to clean out the hood of his parka after he finally figured out where the log had landed.