Since my 7'th adventure on Wednesday, August 18'th, things turned cooler and cloudier briefly, but the showers weren't that extensive. The weather then improved the following week, with temperatures getting up past 30˚C, or 80˚F, for the middle of the week!
But, after Wednesday, August 25'th, another cold front was going to bring wind and cooler temperatures, with things remaining cool for the next while. So, I targeted Wednesday, August 25'th for the day of my 8'th adventure of the year, since the weather was going to peak that day, with sunshine and a high expected of around 32˚C, or 89.6˚F for Vernon. There was originally plans of going camping this particular week, but my parents had so much work to catch up on after their trip, that the camping trip was cancelled, or delayed if I still wanted to go. I am not that disappointed about that, since I just couldn't wait to see how thick my Crescent Road pond sinking spot was! My dad dropped me off in the mountains some time between 8:30 and 9 am, much earlier than when I went up on my own!
Even though it was nice and warm already, I needed time for the sun to warm the upper part of the mud and the cleanup water. So, I planned on not beginning my sinking until around 12 noon.Because I had a bit of extra time, I had planned on checking out a couple of areas I saw on Google Earth the previous night. One of them was a pond I had searched for on my 4'th adventure, back on Thursday, July 29'th. I now knew that it wasn't to the east of the main (Crescent?) road, but to the west of it. There was also another meadow to the northwest of that, that looked like it had lots of water in it as well, and with the hot dry summer, it looked like there could be some decent mud exposed.
I also eyed a couple of other places, but didn't think I would have enough time to go everywhere. 
Since a sideroad where I got dropped off at headed straight to the part of Crescent Road between the two areas I was interested in exploring, I headed westward up that road instead of the usual route I took, which would have added extra distance to my biking. On the way up that sideroad, some patches of thick clay mushed up by atv's from a recent jamboree looked quite alluring, but it was in the middle of the road. I would have loved to have gathered it up into one large blob to play in, since my local clay options have been so limited!
I reached Crescent Road, and then headed to the other northwest meadow that looked like it had lots of water first, since it was the furthest away. I watched for a stream with willows or alders that would stand out from the rest of the area which would mark the area, and when I found it, I hid my bike, and headed to the meadow.
It had no water in it, but definitely looked like it used to! On the northeast portion, there were some small expanses of bare mud, which looked interesting. I probed it with a stick, and discovered it to be only around 2 feet deep, give or take. I walked around the meadow, finding no more mud, and then returned to the northeast part, where I took a few pictures:
While walking around on that side, I noticed that the mud quaked a bit more in that area, so I searched for where I dropped the stick I had used earlier, but remembered I had left it near the marshy remains of the wooded stream to the south of the meadow. So, I found another stick, and tested the ground on the north side, finding it to be waist deep!
But, as appealing as it was, there wasn't water there, and I had thick, bottomless stuff waiting me at my Crescent Road pond. 
I took one last picture there:I then returned to my bike, and wondered if this was the correct meadow, or if this was a different one, and the one I was looking for was further to the west.
So, I headed further down that road for a ways, until it joined with another road, and then crossed another marshy creek. I briefly checked the marshy area to the south of the road, finding the willowy wet area, with low patches free of water but full of skunk cabbage, leading to no meadow. It looked like the one I explored was the correct one after all! So, I headed to my next destination, the pond I had encountered years ago, where it was in a curved meadow or chain of meadows, just after the forest had been clearcut and a young forest of replanted small trees were starting to grow back. I hoped that it would be a bit more hidden from the road by now, or the road be in poor condition, and that the water would be low enough to expose interesting mud where the meadow joined it.
I found the turnoff, which was uphill. On the way there, I parked my bike near another meadow to the east of it to briefly check it out, finding nothing.
I walked to a sideroad branching from the road I was on, and followed it back to my bike and continued on, further west.Just a little ways further west down the road, it was partially overgrown with alders, and then there was the pond to the left, the one I was searching for back on July 29'th, which I hadn't seen in many years!
But, when I took a look at it, I was disappointed to see that it was so badly flooded, that where there used to be meadow, was all water! Snacking on a Pizza Pop, I followed the eastern (southeastern) shore, and headed up the hillside overlooking the pond, to come across the same sideroad I was on earlier. I also noticed that to the southwest of the pond, there was a meadow there, but with lots of high water, and a smaller pond on the north side. I followed the road a little further to the south before heading back, snacking on another Pizza Pop, returning to my bike and following the road a little further. It turned from northwest to southwest, and I noticed how another adjacent marshy area was also flooded, forming another pond. So, this area was a bust. I guessed that perhaps the road itself formed a dike to raise the water level there. It was already after 12 noon, the time I had planned on doing my sinking, and I was just heading back! But, I still got back to my pond between 12:30 and 1 pm, got my stuff together, retrieved my breathing hose from its hiding spot on an abandoned beaver lodge hidden in the alders on the east side of the northern part of the pond, and reached my sinking spot on the western shore, where I set my things down in the shade of an alder bush.
I had a look at my sinking spot, and felt the surface. It felt nice and firm on top. Here is a picture I took of it:
One of the first things I had to do was search for a longer stick to mount my camera on, because with the ever-thickening mud, I could sink more and more beneath the surface before it closes over me!
With my original stick, the camera was so low that you couldn't get as good a view of the gap over my head. So, a larger stick could allow me to mount my camera higher, and get a better view. After a little bit of searching, I found a nice, large one. The next thing I had to do was change into my junk shorts, and search for a good spot to do another introductory sinking scene, just like last time, so that I could try and ease myself into the thick bottomless mud for the main sink, and have something to fill in the initial "stepping in" part. Just shooting me stepping in would result in my downward momentum plunging me down deeper than if I had carefully stood up in the middle.
I looked at various bare spots, since I wasn't certain about using the same spot as last time. But, most were spongy moss underneath a film of mud, which made watery squishing noises when I walked over it, and my footprints in the areas I tested filled with water.
So, I started to set things up again in the same spot as before, when I put my foot down and decided that I *HAD* to open with a shot in a different location! So, I went with a muddy area north of the pond, where there were some muddy spots, where the mud was a couple feet deep.I set the camera up, with it aiming higher up, so that you wouldn't see where I was stepping at the fateful moment, and made several takes, deleting the first ones, but keeping one at 1:42 pm, but each time they still didn't feel right.
I hoped to step beside the "hole", but instead sunk in, which made my descent a bit faster than I hoped. I then made one long shoot starting at 1:42 pm, where I went through the entrance scene a few times, until I realized I was doing them with muddy legs from the earlier tries! 
So, I stopped the recording, cleaned my legs off, shifted my choice of spots, and did it again at 2:03 pm, and felt that the results were satisfactory! During my trial-and-error shoots, I also had to pause at times, waiting for the odd gust of wind to die down.So, with my entrance scene done, I returned to my main sinking spot, and set up my camera-on-a-stick on the southwest side of my bog, because sticking it in the middle of the south side was no longer viable, due to the longer shadows due to the lower sun.
I hate the approach of autumn! If I had positioned my camera-on-a-stick far enough away to keep the shadow off the mud, then I wouldn't get the better angle for capturing my face disappearing into the gap in the mud. I just hoped that the shadow of the stick/camera, which was to the west of the bog, wouldn't move over the bog during the course of the shoot. I took a lot of time trying to get the angle right, and wondered if I should have zoomed in more on the center, but decided that I wanted to capture the entire bog for the scene.So, with everything in place and me all ready, I clicked the record button at 2:12 pm, crouched down on the west shore, carefully stretched my left leg, and then my right leg over to the center of the bog, and started to stand up, initially still crouched down, quickly sinking to my thighs, putting my hands down on the firm muddy surface in front of me briefly before standing completely straight up. Then the fun began
, as I slowly sunk towards my waist in the thick doughy mire! I heard an airplane pass by behind me (just to the north), very near, and at first thought about exiting the mire before it got too close, but decided to just stay sinking, since I didn't want to ruin this shoot. I just worked it into the situation, "wondering" if they saw me, and would send a rescue party.The mire felt soooo wonderful, like sinking into a pit of bread dough!
The way it cradled me as it slowly sucked me down, was the best yet this season! But, the annoying wind kept on coming back up again, and early on, I paused briefly until it passed, since I was worried that it might drown out the sounds of my struggling. I really played the role of someone stuck and v e r y s l o w l y sinking deeper and deeper into the sucking quagmire, making this the longest drawn-out sink yet this year! It was darker and stiffer on top, but softer and stickier just below, and the surface quaked nicely as it slowly devoured me on camera! Eventually, I got my arms stuck, and as the doughy mire slowly closed over my shoulders, I could hear it making sucking and farting sounds as I struggled, hoping that the camera picked it up. The darker stiffer surface slowly rose to my chin, and then up to my mouth, forcing me to tilt my head back more, having to turn my head slightly because of the sun in my eyes. But, as the mire slowly rose up around my head, I knew it would soon shadow my eyes from the sun. As the mire rose further above my head, I kept my head positioned such that I could continue to see the camera through the gap in the mud, until the gap closed more, forcing me to tilt my head further back, noticing that the stiffer mud on the surface was such that I was able to partially open my eyes as the mud was over top of them, without the mud really touching them!
I made one more "attempt" to rise above the surface, before sinking back down again! The gap had closed enough that I could just manage to suck air through the crack before holding my breath, sinking myself down deeper, using my submerged hands to make certain it was closed over my head, and letting out my breath, which then hissed to the surface! I tried to pause, before quickly working my way back to the surface to breathe. If it weren't for the video recording, I would have remained at the point where I was just able to breathe through the crack in the mud above my head, since I felt sooo comfortable, with the thick layer on top nicely warmed up from the sun. So now, it was time for my escape! I began to wipe mud from my face and head, cleaning my hands and fingers repeatedly before clearing more mud from around my eyes. I worked myself up to around stomach/waist deep, before I could no longer raise myself any higher. The static friction of the mud holding me couldn't support any more above-mud weight. I then "struggled" to get out, sinking back down a little a few times, really enjoying playing with my "escape"!
But, finally, I made my way to the solid ground on the north side, and worked myself out, pushing the mud off my body into the bog, although it was getting easier, due to it being so thick now that it was peeling away from my skin as I extracted myself. I quickly headed to the water to clean my hands, and then turned off the recording on my camera, pulling the stick out of the ground, and setting the camera, still mounted on the stick, on my t-shirt.Now, it was time for me to have some off-camera horizontal struggling on the thicker undisturbed parts of the surface, but then decided to first clean off my eyes for preparation for using my swim goggles for an extended underbog sink later on, and to clean off my junk shorts so that they would have the rest of the day to dry out, hanging them on an alder branch in the sun after wringing them out.
I then started to lay down on the stiffer, undisturbed muck on the south edge of my sinking spot, and then laid down on the eastern edge, first facing north, and then facing south, sinking my bent knees into the thick quagmire, and struggling, my bent legs disappearing into the hungry earth! The warm surface cradled the front of me, and sucked down my arms, feeling sooo comfortable, although my wet hair did feel a little bit uncomfortable, and muddy hair kept on falling over one of my eyes. It was like laying on a soft solar-heated waterbed that wanted to suck me in!
I struggled on my stomach, with the mire rising to my chin before my stimulating struggle was complete! I was feeling a bit on the cool side from the evaporating moisture, so I headed into the water for cleanup, but this time further out into the pond, where it was deeper, so I could clean my head more completely, finding the layer of warm water on top not as thick as it was last time, with a lot of cooler water further down. But, I managed to get my head cleaned better than last time, and after moving around to a few locations, got the rest of my body cleaned as well, having to work hard with rubbing to remove the brown scum that always stuck to my skin from the thick mud.
Once I was clean, I waited to dry off, checking out my latest video in the shade, since it was harder to view in the sun, which would have warmed and dried me faster. It looked quite nice, but the audio sounded like it was cutting out a lot with a lot of clicking.
I had to wait until later to view it on the computer to see and hear it better. The total main movie (sinking and escaping) was larger than 15 minutes long (19 minutes, 23 seconds), meaning that I would have to divide it later on before uploading to YouTube. 