After my last adventure, the weather turned cooler briefly, before heating up again, with a vengeance!
The day before my outing, temperatures here in Vernon climbed just over 37˚C, or 99˚F, with some places even hotter! That made my target day, Tuesday, August 18'th, a beautiful day to get some sinking done starting earlier in the day! 
The weather forecast was calling for 30% of showers and a risk of thunderstorms with gusty winds, but the day before also had that same forecast, and things were nice, although I did see convective activity to the southeast in the direction of my biking and hiking areas. It was supposed to be sunnier the following day, but slightly cooler, but still warm. So, to be safe, I felt Tuesday was the day! 
I just hoped that the two week wait, combined with the recent heat wave, would finally re-expose my patch of deep, treacherous quagmire, allowing for more high quality sinks! 
My brother picked me up half an hour earlier this time, just after 8 am, because he needed to make a road trip to pick up some produce after dropping me off. We stopped at a Tim Horton's drive-thru for him to get a bite, and he bought me a Bavarian Cream pastry with chocolate topping. On the way up the mountain, we saw a couple of rabbits in an area I used to frequently see them. He took me up Crescent Road, and dropped me off at the same grassy clearing on the south side of the road, just a short distance away from my turnoff to my area to the north. Just like previous times, I would check to make certain my bike was functioning okay before he left. Just as I had hoped, the air felt nice and warm in the morning, warmer than last time. I noticed a blue ribbon tied to a tree on the southwest side of the dropoff clearing, saying "Tolko Road", making me think that they might make a new logging road heading through there. But it is headed to the south, and my sideroad was to the north, just further up Crescent road. So, my area is safe, but that would also mean a lot more activity on Crescent Road.
When I reached the sideroad heading north, I noticed tire indentations in the vegetation on the road for the first time! I was certain it was tire tracks, and not just cattle tramping the vegetation. But thankfully, further up the road, there was no sign of any disturbances by tires.
I walked my bike down the trail from the sideroad to the grassy clearing north of the pond and walked my bike to its usual shaded spot on the north side of some conifers. I wanted to take another photo of one of the Monk's hoods in that area, this time in focus, but they were finished blooming, although there was the odd leftover flower, but nothing worth snapping a photo of. I dropped my bike off, gathered my things from my saddlebags, and headed through a grassy path through the alders to my pond to the south. I noticed that I could get a little bit closer to the pond this time, before the ground got wet/spongy, which looked promising.
I reached my sinking area, put my things down in the usual shaded area of some alders, and took a look at my sinking spot, only to be disappointed that it was still a large pool of water, with some tiny fringes of mud on the north and western edge, and some in the southern eastern finger. 
This spot was definitely not worthy of any videos! Two weeks of drying, and the water drop was sluggishly slow! 
But, there was a drop at least! I removed my shoes and socks, and took a photo of the disappointing patch of flooded quagmire:I removed the sticks from around the bog, setting them in the grass further inland to the southwest, and took more photos:
To Be Continued...
struggle, and then enjoyed the feel of the mud for a bit, before beginning to mush up the mud around me. I tore up a decaying piece of sod under the mud with my hands to make it decay faster, and started moving around clockwise, all the mud disappearing under the water. I proceeded to mix the water into the mud, and pulling up all the thicker mud below that I could reach to the surface to mix with the water. Swamp gas bubbled to the surface as I worked at it, the mud thicker and gooier around my legs and feet, but looser higher up. I went all around, trying to mix it to eliminate the water on the surface, but it seemed like the only area where I was able to get the mud to rise to the surface of the water was what was surrounding me within a few feet of where I was working at, and when I moved to a different spot, that mud would submerge again. I worked all around to get the upper part loosened, but my legs were too sore to raise the thicker deeper stuff to within hand's reach. 
I set my things down in a high spot near a bush that I did recognize, removed my shoes and switched memory cards. With camera in hand, I walked counterclockwise around the area, taking photos of various areas, the mossy ground with cotton grass bouncing around me. I took photos of patches of mud, one of the mossy bog itself (featherbed), and of a long muddy trail made by a large animal (cow? moose?) on the north side, and then some more of patches of mud on the west side:
I stepped out, cleaned off my legs on the floating grass in the north side of the tiny pond, stripped, and set my clothes in a high dry spot among the alders, a bit concerned about how my shorts did have a little bit of mud splatter. I was all ready for my final, unexpected, bonus bit of mudplay! 
But, at least my rear brake was working, and that was all I needed. So, it looked like I would have to fix that problem before my next bikeride. My brother picked me up in the valley just after sunset, expressing some concern about how late it was getting, and then by the time he got me home, it was getting dark. In fact, just as we were heading up my home street, he got a call from his wife that my mom had called her to find out about if I had been picked up! Later that evening, when getting up from the couch after watching tv, I was suddenly hit with intensely painful leg cramps on the inside of my right leg, which took a while to go away, and quite draining! 
