Re: BM's Boggy Adventure & BG Pix! Updated 3/2/'22!
Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2022 11:01 am
My August 13'th (Friday The 13'th), 2021 Adventure, Part 4 (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!
Back at my things, I snacked on my second Pizza Pop while working on finishing my newest arrangement for my makeshift head strap. Last time, I had wrapped plastic wrap around the Gorillapod's knobby tentacles AFTER I had secured it to the belt and overhead strap part of my head strap with a shoelace. This time, I had tried to be a bit neater by wrapping the plastic wrap around the Gorillapod BEFORE I secured it to the belt and overhead strap with a shoelace. I managed to have everything all shifted to the left nicely, so that the camera would fit over my left eye. I then screwed my camera onto the Gorillapod and took a test video, first pressing the record button, then putting the head strap on my head before walking around, and stretching my arms out to see if I could see them, and also looking at my shoulders. Then I removed the head strap and pressed the record button to stop the video recording. I then played it, and was a bit happier with the view! Even though I still couldn't see my shoulders, it definitely was pointing lower, where it counted, seeing my arms this time! But, I noticed something else not right, in the form of a lot of constant creaking rubbing sounds! As it turned out, the plastic wrap that surrounded the Gorillapod was making a lot of noise when it rubbed against the belt! So, I had to take it all apart, and put it back together with the Gorillapond secured to the belt and overhead strap first, before wrapping things in plastic wrap, with no plastic wrap between the Gorillapod and the belt. Then, I once again screwed the camera back on, and did the test video again, with the same good results, and less creaking! So, all that I had left to do was take the super clean plastic wrap from my freezer bag, and wrap it around the camera, making certain to have all parts covered, and have it stretched over the lens without any creases. But for some reason, I was having a little bit of trouble getting things right, and then noticed that the sun shining on the plastic wrap seemed to show a bunch of scratches! So, I tried a different part, but then I noticed the wrap had developed a small hole, so I put it aside and got out my last piece of clean wrap from the freezer bag. I wrapped it around the camera, got it nice and flat over the lens, and made certain nothing was exposed. Since those two test videos weren't of real interest, although one of them may have captured an older family of ducks in the pond (one flew away while the others were still in the water at the time), I deleted them. With my junk shorts on (a bit concerned about how loose they were getting this year from elastic stretching), I pressed the record button to start the video recording, put the head strap on my head, and was off to meet my destiny in a hungry bog!
I walked eastward towards the bog, making some slight adjustments to the camera along the way, which made some more creaking noises, but fortunately, it was only when I adjusted the camera. I walked over to the west side of the patch of resting quagmire that was just waiting silently for me to fall prey to its voracious appetite! I chose to face east so that I would not be facing my shadow (with my camera mounted on my head), which was now going to be to my left, and would not be facing the sun, which was now going to be to my right. Then, I took the fateful plunge, landing in the heaving, pulsating morass up to my chest, noticing how much thicker it was this time, more so than I had expected! I struggled, churning the mud around me, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, the surface going from smooth to very uneven and doughlike, coating my hands and arms each time they emerged from the sucking ooze! The undulating doughy morass rose higher and higher, until I had to tilt my head back to keep my mouth free of the suffocating mire. As it continued to rise around my head, I periodically tried adjusting the camera again to make certain it was still in the correct position, or so I hoped! I had to stare more upwards to keep on breathing, but the muck was still getting more in the way! I finally managed to take a deep breath, and go completely under, or so I had hoped, with things going dark for a brief moment. But, I was a bit out of breath, so I just submerged for only a brief moment before popping back up again, into the light. Then, I began to work myself back up higher and higher, wiping mud away from my head and camera, and continuing to work myself up even higher. Then, I made it to shore, pulling myself out onto the grass, wiping mud from my body back into the bog to conserve it, before heading back to my things, pressing record on the camera to stop the video on the way. The video was done!
With the camera and head strap laying with my things, I then headed to the water, where I cleaned off, using yellow waterlily rhizomes as solid platforms to sit or kneel or stand on. I cleaned my head, happy not to get mud in my eyes this time, likely because it was thicker, and closed over me only briefly. I cleaned my front easily, but for the hard to reach places on my back, I had to lay down on the floating grass/rushes which submerged underwater from my weight, and then rubbed my back side to side to get it clean (Nature's Scrub Brush ). The thicker mud now left a brown residue on my skin which required more rubbing to get off, something that always got worse the thicker the mud got. In the pond, I swished the mud off my back with handfuls of water, and then finished most of the cleanup. I didn't need to clean my lower body completely at this time, because I was going to get back into the mud shortly. I also cleaned my junk shorts, and hung them on a dead alder to dry.
When I got back to my things, I unscrewed my camera from the Gorillapod that was tied to my head strap, and removed the muddy plastic wrap, happy to see no mud got onto my camera! Now was the moment of truth! I went to my video, and pressed play! The video came out much better than the last time, with lots of great footage of my arms churning the slowly rising mire! However, it was still too high to view my shoulders, or the mud in closer proximity to my body. When I had to look up to keep my mouth free of the suffocating muck, the camera view was mostly of the sky, with glimpses of the mud on the side, before it closed in and everything went black. Then, when I emerged, there wasn't much mud stuck to the plastic wrap covering the lens, resulting in a better view of the escape! I did get a bit alarmed briefly when first watching it, because the video seemed to end in the middle, and go to the live camera view! It turned out I must have pressed a button while watching, because when I watched it again, fast forwarding to roughly where I left off, I saw the rest of the video, much to my relief!
Now, it was time for me to have a personal sink, and I also got out my breathing tube in case I decided to stay beneath the surface for a period longer than I could hold my breath. I got out my swim goggles, so that I would not get mud in my eyes, and hoped that this time, the second cleaning and application of the fog spray would work. I put on the goggles, and walked around to the bog, that was waiting patiently for another chance to suck me down again! I then walked away, and once again, imagined the fantasy where I had heard about a treacherous bog that exhibits unusually aggressive feeding behaviour, where the victims, mostly animals, but some people as well, get sucked down so deep that their bodies are unrecoverable - lost forever in the muck! I heard it had sucked down a moose that morning, and within a couple of hours, ten-foot poles probed down as far as they could go couldn't find the moose's body! I knew that it was in the area I was in, and I just had to find a patch of open mud with a disturbed spot on it. Then, sure enough, I came across a patch of bare, muddy ground that was all churned up on its west side, by a large animal! I had found the deadly bog, and standing on the east side, facing west, holding the breathing hose in my left hand, I was ready to accept the challenge, where once I jumped in, there was no going back! It would be a struggle to survive, or get sucked down so deep that I would join that moose and the bog's other victims, lost forever in the mire!
I noticed that there was one little problem - the right part of my swim goggles STILL fogged up, washing out my view of everything! I don't know what I was doing wrong with the washing and application of the fog spray, but it was in the same place as the last time! Anyways, even with my diminished visual clarity, I continued on with my fantasy sink!
So, collecting my courage to face and fight the bog's deadly hunger, I took the fateful leap into the mire, the grey uneven surface quickly giving way the moment my feet hit it, with the voracious ooze gulping me down to my lower chest, and blowing swamp farts! I tried not to mush up the surface, but instead tried to keep it as intact as possible, to retain the uneven but smooth, non-sticky surface characteristics, different from the sticky stuff just below that "skin". I struggled and slowly sunk deeper and deeper, the mire slowly closing over my shoulders, and then rising up to my chin. As it slowly sucked me down deeper, I pushed my arms down against the surface in front of my shoulders (or perhaps slightly off to the sides a tiny bit), which gave way and wrapped around them, sucking them into its doughy clutches, with only my hands sticking out in front of me. I struggled, and slowly sunk myself deeper and deeper, the suffocating mire slowly rising over my mouth, but not sticking to it, allowing me to still partially breathe by moving my head back slightly so that the mud would part from my mouth a tiny bit, although my nose was still in the clear. I continued to make movements in the bottomless muck, with it rising up to my nose, and trying to cover it. I really enjoyed the feel of the doughy quagmire trying to suffocate me, but unable to, yet! I would blow air out from my submerged mouth, with the mud separating from my face in an upwards direction as it escaped to the surface around nose level! I would also try inhaling very lightly through my mouth, feeling the suction of the suffocating muck sucking against my face, before breathing in through my nose, or moving my head back to breathe through my mouth again! I can't remember exactly when, but between the mire rising over my shoulders, and it rising up my nose, my stimulation had exploded deeper down in the voracious muck!
I was first uncertain about going under with the breathing hose, but as I kept on sinking deeper and deeper, I was ready for it! So, as the mire had rose up to my nose and was threatening to cut off my air supply there as well, I moved my head back slightly, dug mud away from my mouth, and inserted the soft end of the hose in my mouth and bit down, pulling the end of the hose horizontal in the mud, so that I could continue facing forward during the sink. I had to make certain that this time, I didn't bend backwards, because I didn't want to put any more stress on my neck than I had been doing already, and was going to do again with this sink. I did have a slight problem with the fact that when I bit down on the hose, I wound up pinching part of my inner lips between my teeth and the hose, which I had to pull out from between those two hard places to get relief.
I continued to sink myself slowly deeper and deeper into the muck, holding onto the hose to keep the end straight and horizontal, with the doughy ooze rising past my nose and slowly rising over and engulfing my swim goggles, closing off all the daylight, making things black. I would inhale through the hose and exhale through my nose, my escaping breath at first just hissing to the surface, but as I got deeper, there was some "phlup, phlup, phlupping" in addition to those hisses. I loved the feel of the thick mire hugging most of my body, and slowly rising up my head, but its thickness made the process slower, and I didn't want to move around too much, for fear of stressing my neck. I loved the feel of it rising to the top of the sides of my head, and start to close in over the top. But, I was starting to get concerned about the thick muck's tight grip rising onto more and more of the top of my head, and whether the increased stress on my neck with all the movements might result in worsening neck problems! So, as much as I wanted to have the doughy surface of the suffocating quagmire finish sucking closed over the top of my head, I decided that I better call the sink quits, while I still had some little bit of opening over the top of my head for it to push through, providing less resistance/force on my head for my rise back up.
So, I began to slowly work myself back up through the thick, doughy ooze, working my feet up while bending my knees, and then wiggling my upper body upward as I straightened my legs, and then would repeat the process. I did it in little stages, with brief pauses in between. I didn't want to work myself up too quickly, because I wanted to keep the stress on my neck to a minimum. So, slowly, I worked myself up through the thick bog, feeling more and more of my head rising above the doughy surface. The "phlup, phlup, phlup" turned to hissing, and then I could start to see light through my swim goggles again! I continued to slowly work myself higher, and once my mouth was high enough, I was able to remove the breathing hose from my mouth and toss it aside. I wiped the mud away from my face and swim goggles, and could see blurry images of my boggy surroundings. I struggled at around mouth depth again, and reached full stimulation for the second time!
Now, it was time to escape the grip of the sucking ooze completely! I slowly worked myself up higher, which was easier once I pulled my arms free and was able to reach around and push down on the thick surface. Working my feet up while bending my knees, and then wiggling my upper body higher as I straightened my legs, allowed me to rise high enough for me to finally reach the grass on the east side with my hands, and then I managed to slowly drag myself out of the thick doughy grip of the gulping mire, and onto the solid grass (floating) mat, pushing mud off my body and back into the bog to conserve it.
Once I was free of the bog's "deadly grip" , I then headed into the water to clean up, finding that the extended time I had spent in the mud since emerging resulted in some of the mud partially drying on my head and face, which took a little more work to clean, my hair was feeling a bit more cold, and I was feeling a bit more chilled as well. I cleaned the usual way, easily with my front in the water among the yellow waterlily rhizomes, and sometimes standing in the soft bottom as well, and then rubbing my back on floating grass/rushes that got pushed underwater from my weight *Nature's Scrub Brush" to loosen the mud and scum stuck to my back, before going back into the pond to splash water over my back to rinse it off. I got up and did my lower body as well, and cleaned myself off nicely. I had cleaned my swim goggles and hung them on the dead alder nearby to dry, by the junk shorts.
All clean, I was still feeling a bit chilled. My hair felt cold, and seemed to take forever to dry, even though it was very short. The air was definitely not as warm as last time. I air-dried a bit, before deciding to pass the time while waiting to warm up, so that I could have one more sink. I grabbed my camera, and headed to the north end of the pond and took photos of the latest state of the exposed mud there:
***A little note. There was a major, roughly two week, interruption in my ability to type out my adventure. So, from this point onward, I had trouble remembering the exact details, forgetting a number of them, and those that I did remember were a bit messed up! The reason is explained after my adventure.***
To Be Continued...
Back at my things, I snacked on my second Pizza Pop while working on finishing my newest arrangement for my makeshift head strap. Last time, I had wrapped plastic wrap around the Gorillapod's knobby tentacles AFTER I had secured it to the belt and overhead strap part of my head strap with a shoelace. This time, I had tried to be a bit neater by wrapping the plastic wrap around the Gorillapod BEFORE I secured it to the belt and overhead strap with a shoelace. I managed to have everything all shifted to the left nicely, so that the camera would fit over my left eye. I then screwed my camera onto the Gorillapod and took a test video, first pressing the record button, then putting the head strap on my head before walking around, and stretching my arms out to see if I could see them, and also looking at my shoulders. Then I removed the head strap and pressed the record button to stop the video recording. I then played it, and was a bit happier with the view! Even though I still couldn't see my shoulders, it definitely was pointing lower, where it counted, seeing my arms this time! But, I noticed something else not right, in the form of a lot of constant creaking rubbing sounds! As it turned out, the plastic wrap that surrounded the Gorillapod was making a lot of noise when it rubbed against the belt! So, I had to take it all apart, and put it back together with the Gorillapond secured to the belt and overhead strap first, before wrapping things in plastic wrap, with no plastic wrap between the Gorillapod and the belt. Then, I once again screwed the camera back on, and did the test video again, with the same good results, and less creaking! So, all that I had left to do was take the super clean plastic wrap from my freezer bag, and wrap it around the camera, making certain to have all parts covered, and have it stretched over the lens without any creases. But for some reason, I was having a little bit of trouble getting things right, and then noticed that the sun shining on the plastic wrap seemed to show a bunch of scratches! So, I tried a different part, but then I noticed the wrap had developed a small hole, so I put it aside and got out my last piece of clean wrap from the freezer bag. I wrapped it around the camera, got it nice and flat over the lens, and made certain nothing was exposed. Since those two test videos weren't of real interest, although one of them may have captured an older family of ducks in the pond (one flew away while the others were still in the water at the time), I deleted them. With my junk shorts on (a bit concerned about how loose they were getting this year from elastic stretching), I pressed the record button to start the video recording, put the head strap on my head, and was off to meet my destiny in a hungry bog!
I walked eastward towards the bog, making some slight adjustments to the camera along the way, which made some more creaking noises, but fortunately, it was only when I adjusted the camera. I walked over to the west side of the patch of resting quagmire that was just waiting silently for me to fall prey to its voracious appetite! I chose to face east so that I would not be facing my shadow (with my camera mounted on my head), which was now going to be to my left, and would not be facing the sun, which was now going to be to my right. Then, I took the fateful plunge, landing in the heaving, pulsating morass up to my chest, noticing how much thicker it was this time, more so than I had expected! I struggled, churning the mud around me, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, the surface going from smooth to very uneven and doughlike, coating my hands and arms each time they emerged from the sucking ooze! The undulating doughy morass rose higher and higher, until I had to tilt my head back to keep my mouth free of the suffocating mire. As it continued to rise around my head, I periodically tried adjusting the camera again to make certain it was still in the correct position, or so I hoped! I had to stare more upwards to keep on breathing, but the muck was still getting more in the way! I finally managed to take a deep breath, and go completely under, or so I had hoped, with things going dark for a brief moment. But, I was a bit out of breath, so I just submerged for only a brief moment before popping back up again, into the light. Then, I began to work myself back up higher and higher, wiping mud away from my head and camera, and continuing to work myself up even higher. Then, I made it to shore, pulling myself out onto the grass, wiping mud from my body back into the bog to conserve it, before heading back to my things, pressing record on the camera to stop the video on the way. The video was done!
With the camera and head strap laying with my things, I then headed to the water, where I cleaned off, using yellow waterlily rhizomes as solid platforms to sit or kneel or stand on. I cleaned my head, happy not to get mud in my eyes this time, likely because it was thicker, and closed over me only briefly. I cleaned my front easily, but for the hard to reach places on my back, I had to lay down on the floating grass/rushes which submerged underwater from my weight, and then rubbed my back side to side to get it clean (Nature's Scrub Brush ). The thicker mud now left a brown residue on my skin which required more rubbing to get off, something that always got worse the thicker the mud got. In the pond, I swished the mud off my back with handfuls of water, and then finished most of the cleanup. I didn't need to clean my lower body completely at this time, because I was going to get back into the mud shortly. I also cleaned my junk shorts, and hung them on a dead alder to dry.
When I got back to my things, I unscrewed my camera from the Gorillapod that was tied to my head strap, and removed the muddy plastic wrap, happy to see no mud got onto my camera! Now was the moment of truth! I went to my video, and pressed play! The video came out much better than the last time, with lots of great footage of my arms churning the slowly rising mire! However, it was still too high to view my shoulders, or the mud in closer proximity to my body. When I had to look up to keep my mouth free of the suffocating muck, the camera view was mostly of the sky, with glimpses of the mud on the side, before it closed in and everything went black. Then, when I emerged, there wasn't much mud stuck to the plastic wrap covering the lens, resulting in a better view of the escape! I did get a bit alarmed briefly when first watching it, because the video seemed to end in the middle, and go to the live camera view! It turned out I must have pressed a button while watching, because when I watched it again, fast forwarding to roughly where I left off, I saw the rest of the video, much to my relief!
Now, it was time for me to have a personal sink, and I also got out my breathing tube in case I decided to stay beneath the surface for a period longer than I could hold my breath. I got out my swim goggles, so that I would not get mud in my eyes, and hoped that this time, the second cleaning and application of the fog spray would work. I put on the goggles, and walked around to the bog, that was waiting patiently for another chance to suck me down again! I then walked away, and once again, imagined the fantasy where I had heard about a treacherous bog that exhibits unusually aggressive feeding behaviour, where the victims, mostly animals, but some people as well, get sucked down so deep that their bodies are unrecoverable - lost forever in the muck! I heard it had sucked down a moose that morning, and within a couple of hours, ten-foot poles probed down as far as they could go couldn't find the moose's body! I knew that it was in the area I was in, and I just had to find a patch of open mud with a disturbed spot on it. Then, sure enough, I came across a patch of bare, muddy ground that was all churned up on its west side, by a large animal! I had found the deadly bog, and standing on the east side, facing west, holding the breathing hose in my left hand, I was ready to accept the challenge, where once I jumped in, there was no going back! It would be a struggle to survive, or get sucked down so deep that I would join that moose and the bog's other victims, lost forever in the mire!
I noticed that there was one little problem - the right part of my swim goggles STILL fogged up, washing out my view of everything! I don't know what I was doing wrong with the washing and application of the fog spray, but it was in the same place as the last time! Anyways, even with my diminished visual clarity, I continued on with my fantasy sink!
So, collecting my courage to face and fight the bog's deadly hunger, I took the fateful leap into the mire, the grey uneven surface quickly giving way the moment my feet hit it, with the voracious ooze gulping me down to my lower chest, and blowing swamp farts! I tried not to mush up the surface, but instead tried to keep it as intact as possible, to retain the uneven but smooth, non-sticky surface characteristics, different from the sticky stuff just below that "skin". I struggled and slowly sunk deeper and deeper, the mire slowly closing over my shoulders, and then rising up to my chin. As it slowly sucked me down deeper, I pushed my arms down against the surface in front of my shoulders (or perhaps slightly off to the sides a tiny bit), which gave way and wrapped around them, sucking them into its doughy clutches, with only my hands sticking out in front of me. I struggled, and slowly sunk myself deeper and deeper, the suffocating mire slowly rising over my mouth, but not sticking to it, allowing me to still partially breathe by moving my head back slightly so that the mud would part from my mouth a tiny bit, although my nose was still in the clear. I continued to make movements in the bottomless muck, with it rising up to my nose, and trying to cover it. I really enjoyed the feel of the doughy quagmire trying to suffocate me, but unable to, yet! I would blow air out from my submerged mouth, with the mud separating from my face in an upwards direction as it escaped to the surface around nose level! I would also try inhaling very lightly through my mouth, feeling the suction of the suffocating muck sucking against my face, before breathing in through my nose, or moving my head back to breathe through my mouth again! I can't remember exactly when, but between the mire rising over my shoulders, and it rising up my nose, my stimulation had exploded deeper down in the voracious muck!
I was first uncertain about going under with the breathing hose, but as I kept on sinking deeper and deeper, I was ready for it! So, as the mire had rose up to my nose and was threatening to cut off my air supply there as well, I moved my head back slightly, dug mud away from my mouth, and inserted the soft end of the hose in my mouth and bit down, pulling the end of the hose horizontal in the mud, so that I could continue facing forward during the sink. I had to make certain that this time, I didn't bend backwards, because I didn't want to put any more stress on my neck than I had been doing already, and was going to do again with this sink. I did have a slight problem with the fact that when I bit down on the hose, I wound up pinching part of my inner lips between my teeth and the hose, which I had to pull out from between those two hard places to get relief.
I continued to sink myself slowly deeper and deeper into the muck, holding onto the hose to keep the end straight and horizontal, with the doughy ooze rising past my nose and slowly rising over and engulfing my swim goggles, closing off all the daylight, making things black. I would inhale through the hose and exhale through my nose, my escaping breath at first just hissing to the surface, but as I got deeper, there was some "phlup, phlup, phlupping" in addition to those hisses. I loved the feel of the thick mire hugging most of my body, and slowly rising up my head, but its thickness made the process slower, and I didn't want to move around too much, for fear of stressing my neck. I loved the feel of it rising to the top of the sides of my head, and start to close in over the top. But, I was starting to get concerned about the thick muck's tight grip rising onto more and more of the top of my head, and whether the increased stress on my neck with all the movements might result in worsening neck problems! So, as much as I wanted to have the doughy surface of the suffocating quagmire finish sucking closed over the top of my head, I decided that I better call the sink quits, while I still had some little bit of opening over the top of my head for it to push through, providing less resistance/force on my head for my rise back up.
So, I began to slowly work myself back up through the thick, doughy ooze, working my feet up while bending my knees, and then wiggling my upper body upward as I straightened my legs, and then would repeat the process. I did it in little stages, with brief pauses in between. I didn't want to work myself up too quickly, because I wanted to keep the stress on my neck to a minimum. So, slowly, I worked myself up through the thick bog, feeling more and more of my head rising above the doughy surface. The "phlup, phlup, phlup" turned to hissing, and then I could start to see light through my swim goggles again! I continued to slowly work myself higher, and once my mouth was high enough, I was able to remove the breathing hose from my mouth and toss it aside. I wiped the mud away from my face and swim goggles, and could see blurry images of my boggy surroundings. I struggled at around mouth depth again, and reached full stimulation for the second time!
Now, it was time to escape the grip of the sucking ooze completely! I slowly worked myself up higher, which was easier once I pulled my arms free and was able to reach around and push down on the thick surface. Working my feet up while bending my knees, and then wiggling my upper body higher as I straightened my legs, allowed me to rise high enough for me to finally reach the grass on the east side with my hands, and then I managed to slowly drag myself out of the thick doughy grip of the gulping mire, and onto the solid grass (floating) mat, pushing mud off my body and back into the bog to conserve it.
Once I was free of the bog's "deadly grip" , I then headed into the water to clean up, finding that the extended time I had spent in the mud since emerging resulted in some of the mud partially drying on my head and face, which took a little more work to clean, my hair was feeling a bit more cold, and I was feeling a bit more chilled as well. I cleaned the usual way, easily with my front in the water among the yellow waterlily rhizomes, and sometimes standing in the soft bottom as well, and then rubbing my back on floating grass/rushes that got pushed underwater from my weight *Nature's Scrub Brush" to loosen the mud and scum stuck to my back, before going back into the pond to splash water over my back to rinse it off. I got up and did my lower body as well, and cleaned myself off nicely. I had cleaned my swim goggles and hung them on the dead alder nearby to dry, by the junk shorts.
All clean, I was still feeling a bit chilled. My hair felt cold, and seemed to take forever to dry, even though it was very short. The air was definitely not as warm as last time. I air-dried a bit, before deciding to pass the time while waiting to warm up, so that I could have one more sink. I grabbed my camera, and headed to the north end of the pond and took photos of the latest state of the exposed mud there:
***A little note. There was a major, roughly two week, interruption in my ability to type out my adventure. So, from this point onward, I had trouble remembering the exact details, forgetting a number of them, and those that I did remember were a bit messed up! The reason is explained after my adventure.***
To Be Continued...