After my last adventure, I was a bit concerned about the cooler wetter weather we had during the following weekend. It rained much of the day on Saturday, August 29'th, and during the weekend, there was even SNOW at the really high elevations!
We had around 3/4 of an inch of rain at our house! But, there was a two-day spell of warmer weather on Monday August 31'st and Tuesday September 1'st, with it being sunny Monday and 25˚C (77˚F), but becoming a mix of sun and cloud Tuesday, but warmer with an expected high of 27˚C (81˚F). However, there was a slight chance of showers late afternoon with a risk of a thunderstorm. But that was late in the afternoon. So, wanting to give things an extra day to dry out from those rains, I targeted Tuesday, September 1'st for my adventure! 
My brother and I left shortly after 9 am, and on the way up, we saw a turkey vulture on the side of the road, and afterwards, a white-tailed deer. No sign of cattle. When my brother dropped me off, the temperature was only 16˚C (61˚F), noticeably cooler than last time, but then, the forecasted high in the valley of 27˚C (81˚F) was also noticeably cooler than last time, when it was supposed to be low to mid 30's˚C (high 80's to mid 90's˚F) in the valley on the day of my previous adventure. I was wearing a hooded jacket to keep myself a bit warmer, and also took along a windbreaker in case it rained later on. I tested my bike, and things checked out. I put my things in my saddlebags, my brother took off, and I was on my way!
The offroad vehicle ban was finally removed due to less heat and the recent wetter weather, meaning that there could be vehicles accessing any sideroad at any time, which concerned me.
I just hoped that it would stay quiet on my sideroad. I parked my bike in its usual spot by coniferous trees north of the pond, swapped memory cards in my camera, grabbed my things, and headed to the pond and my bog! But, just as I headed into the northwestern part of the meadow around my pond, I heard some cracking of branches. The area was all trampled and grazed on, with drying cowpies all over the place, but it seemed deserted, with no cattle around. Just in case it was a bear, I decided to head back to my bike to grab my lunch and drinks as well, since I didn't want a repeat of what happened years ago at my Edwin Lakes area pond, when a bear ate all my lunch, which left me feeling drained and weak for the rest of the day! I then headed to my bog, and just as I had expected, there was some water on top, although not as much as I had feared. Mostly a small pool in the middle north side, and there were muskrat tracks running through the mud as well. I could tell it was muskrat because of a line in the mud that was made by its tail. It was shortly after 11 am. I set my things down in their usual place in the alders, removed my shoes, took out my camera and took some photos of the bog, starting at 11:07 am:At first I was a bit uncertain whether I could sink right away because of how cool it felt while I was biking there. But, with the skies clear and the sun out, I could really feel the heat!
But then, I was still wearing my jacket. So, I got undressed, and it still felt nice and warm in the strong late morning sunshine! I first headed to the pond to feel the water, and found it to be slightly cool but not too bad. 
I knew that I would have to limit the depth of my sink to the lower part of my abdomen, and hopefully would be able to go deeper once it got warmer in the afternoon, because I couldn't wait for another submergence sink later on in the day! I walked over to the west side of the bog, the thickest side, and picked a spot there that was fairly high relative to other parts of the bog, and after savouring the anticipation, I made the fateful leap into the southern part of the west part of the bog, southwest of the puddle of water, with the hungry mire eagerly gulping me down to my waist, blowing farts in the process!
I slowly struggled, at first without breaking the surface with my hands/arms, feeling the hug of the thick mire creeping up my body! I started to struggle more, pushing my arms down into the thicker surface layer and into the gooey stuff below, the bog quivering around me and blowing more bog farts! The mud to my front left was closer to the puddle of water and was loose on top, but it was a thin layer of loose stuff on top of a top layer that was thicker. Each time I got too far up my abdomen, I would work my feet up, and then straighten my body to allow me to rise up higher, since I wanted to avoid getting my upper body muddy this early in the day. But, I was happy to feel the full strength of the sun on my body, which made things rather comfortable! I just hoped that the sun would stay like this all day, since that would lock in a submersion sink later on! Finally, I began to struggle vigorously, until the feel of the mud raised my stimulation to the exploding point! Now, I was ready to begin the next part of my sinking session. After a brief bit of swishing a little bit of the loose mud near the puddle over top the thicker stuff just to the south of it, I worked myself around to face west, and then proceeded to work myself backwards, towards the small puddle of water! It was a long, slow process, with me staying in each spot for a while, enjoying the feel of the mud before I would work myself backward, making certain that I had the mud in front of me smoothed out on top. I would work my legs back, and then the rest of my body, moving mud from behind me to in front of me. I was also constantly picking out debris from the mud and tossing it away, such as tiny fragments of sticks, and even the odd tiny pinecone. I kept on working myself backward towards and eventually through the puddle, and having the stuff in front of me nicely churned up and smoothed out. I was also trying to pull some stuff from the west side towards me as well, to try and raise the low area around the puddle. I had to keep working myself up to keep the hungry mud from claiming my upper body, since I wanted to keep it dry and clean. I could feel also feel the mud grains slowly rubbing up my body as I slowly sunk down as well. I really loved how the mud kept on farting, as well as the sounds it made as I mushed it with my hands!
However, partways through the process, I started to feel cooler, like the sunshine that was beating down so hard when I started seemed to have lost its punch! I noticed that the sunlight shining on things seemed a bit milkier, and then noticed a light haze that spread across the sky, filtering the sun! 
So now, I was not as comfortable as I was earlier, but the awesome feel of the mud eclipsed any slight discomfort I felt. I worked myself through the small puddle, and then once I was close enough to the north side, I was able to use the edge of the floating vegetation to push down on with my hands to help me move backwards and up, having to constantly pull mud from between me and the edge to in front of me. However, I found that the act of tugging against the mud while pushing down on the grass was causing some leg cramps to pop up due to the extra tension of the gripping mud on my legs, which subsided when I stopped pushing down on the grass and just pushed down on the mud instead, which resulted in less tugging and tension of the mud on my legs. Finally, I was up against the edge, and was finally able to lift/work myself up and sit back onto the floating root mat on the edge, and push the mud off my legs/feet into the bog, having to deal with the cramps again. I smoothed the surface out and was ready to clean up!Because of the cooler water, and the problems with sediment being stirred up, I had been contemplating whether I should do the cleanup in the usual area in the pond, or if I should try a cleanup in the tiny pond to the south of the pond, where the bottom was solid.
But, I was leaning towards the usual area, since it was closer. But first, I had to relieve myself by some alder bushes, because my bladder had been on the verge of bursting. After I finished, I suddenly heard something! It was the sound of a truck! And, it was driving up the sideroad! I quickly headed behind the alders and saw it pass by. I was glad no one saw me! But, since it was headed up the road, which had dead-end branches, it was going to come back sooner or later! So, I headed to the tiny pond on the south end of the clearing for my cleanup, which was very far out of sight of the road, hoping that by the time I had finished cleaning up, the truck would have long since turned around and left the area.When I entered the water from the south side, and stirred up the shallow layer of sediment on the solid bottom, I was suddenly hit with the coldest water I felt this season!
It was so cold that I was aching between my legs for the first time! I had hoped that it being open water with fewer yellow waterlilies would make it warmer, but there were some bushes providing some shade on parts of it. I picked out one of the submerged logs to sit on, and swished away some sediment and cloudy water, trying to replace it with milder surface water. I immersed myself not quite up to the top of my muddy skin. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I began to clean the mud off, rubbing hard, since the thick mud left patches of dark residue on my skin. Then, I stood up to clean myself down lower, and then moved to progressively shallower water to finish the job, before exiting the water. I tried to identify the area as I used to remember, but couldn't see the rock outcropping on the east side of the exiting now dry streambed, although I did see the dry streambed. There were more bushes there than I remembered. I headed back, taking care not to touch any vegetation that might have had mud rub off onto during my entrance to the area. I returned to my bog, nice and dry already and got dressed. I grabbed my camera and starting at 1:38 pm, took photos of the bog that I had worked and smoothed out earlier:To Be Continued...
All it would take is for full sun all day long to make it happen! To play it safe, I walked past my sidetrail and down to beside the east pond to make certain no one was there, before finally heading back to my sidetrail and returning to my bog.
The surface seemed alive, quivering and undulating around me when I struggled, slowly getting sucked down deeper! I laid my forearms on the surface to the side pointing forward, and lightly pushed down, trying to push myself up, without luck. The deadly muck had too strong a hold on me, and the thicker surface was beginning to give way and suck my arms in as well! I continued to struggle, with the sucking morass closing over my arms, locking them in its doughy grip! I continued to struggle, the "inescapable" bog slowly sucking me down deeper and deeper, raising my stimulation to convulsions of ecstasy!