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So, taking care not to stress my knees, I headed further west in low gear, remembering that the access was where the road curved to the north before Min Lake. When I came to a northward turn, I then walked my bike a ways down a trail to the south, hiding it in the bush, and continued southward on foot. But, it seemed to be a lot further away than I had anticipated, and when I finally came across the marshy area, I was faced with a tangled jungle of tall willows, which I had to slowly make my way through, hoping to break out into the clearing at any moment. But, it soon became apparent that I was in the wrong place, and that the area of interest was further to the northwest. Not wanting to backtrack through the tangled mess of willows, I decided to continue in the same direction to reach the southwest side, and follow the edge of the forest and higher ground there northwestwards to the meadow with the pond. But, what I thought was the other side was only a high spot with evergreens, and therefore had to make my way through some more willows before finally reaching the actual southwest side, where the going was easier. I followed it to a beaver dam, and upon passing it to the meadow, I was disappointed to see that what looked like a giant mud bank was nothing more than dry, dusty bare ground adjacent to the water.
Here is a photo of the area. I went through all that trouble to find this 
:I then headed northward into the bush, following an animal trail, and within minutes, I came out beside the CORRECT northward bend in the road! I knew that I should have gone further down the road on my bike!
But, at least with the extra hiking through the willows and forest, and then back up the road to get back to my bike, I gave the sun plenty of time to warm things up nicely, so that by the time I returned to my Crescent Road pond, snacking on lunch along the way, it was nice enough to start sinking. 
I was happy to see that the dry weather finally evaporated almost all of the puddle on my sinking spot, although there were still a few tiny pockets of water on the surface. Doesn't it look inviting? Even more so if you were to see it moving!:
While it was warm enough to do some sinking, things still hadn't warmed up enough for any submergences. So, I decided to have an off-camera sink first, enjoying the mud and getting it mushed up to eliminate the water in the center completely. I first walked around to the southeast side, where I pretended to "stumble" into the southeast corner, the same place I had gone under with the breathing hose last time. I sunk up to my stomach or chest before pulling myself out, taking note of how much effort it took to escape, and imagining how I was lucky to be within reach of solid vegetation to pull myself out, that if it was out of reach, then there was no way to escape the deadly bog. Then, at that moment, standing on the east side, I "stumbled" into the center of the patch, the muddy water/watery mud on the surface splattering all over, including a little on my glasses, which I wore because I wasn't going under. I then enjoyed the mud and struggled, pretending to be caught and sinking to my demise, really stirring up the mud all over the place, eliminating the water on the surface, turning the entire pit into a wonderful mess of quagmire. Here are some shots of it afterward. Wouldn't you just love to jump in? Seeing it in motion makes it even more alluring!:
To Be Continued...
I then headed back to have my videoed sink, brainstorming about what to do for the sinking video along the way. I finally settled on trying out a fresh new scenario that I had been thinking about for some time, and hoped that it would work.
in the shallower clay further to the south before calling it a day, getting cleaned up, air-dried and dressed. Here are some final pictures of the bog at the end of the day (lower light levels adversely affected the quality of the final two photos):
I had been going on periodic "rehabilitation" bikerides around the hillside neighborhood to get into shape, and I tried to set a target date of the beginning of July. But, in June, pain returned to the middle of my left knee, below the knee cap, which forced me to back off the length of the "rehabilitation" bikerides and the amount of hill climbing, forcing me to gradually build up the length of the bikerides again, waiting for them to become long enough again, causing me to miss my first target. 
I set another target date for early August, but my dad's truck was unavailable for taking me up because my brother needed it for produce deliveries. 
But, my brother chose that time to take his family camping and he needed my dad's truck, so there was no truck to give me a lift into the mountains again (something that is essential since my knees have been giving me problems)!