Now, it was time for lunch, and to get rid of the chills. I was in my hoodie as well, which would help speed up my warming. With my shopping bag containing lunch and Gatorade, I headed back towards my bike and then to the sideroad. I was hoping that once I warmed up, that the sun, although filtered, would warm up the mud further and especially the cleanup water, allowing me to have a submergence sink. I was thinking of a dramatic sink, or, since I wasn't certain about how many more opportunities I would have this season to enjoy a submergence, perhaps a prolonged breathing hose sink!
Further up the road, I noticed that the ruts were full of water, and heard splashes, meaning that some frogs had jumped in to hide from me as I approached. I paused for a moment to see if I could see any of them, but couldn't. I then headed up the road past the south end of the ring bog pond, and was headed up the part west of the ring bog pond, when that same truck approached! 
It had still been there all this time! It turned out to be a conservation officer (Canadian equivalent of a game warden), and he thought I was birdwatching, since he saw my camera case on my neck. He wondered if I had seen any animals, and I mentioned seeing a turkey vulture, a white-tailed deer, and some frogs jumping into the water in the ruts, and saw some muskrat tracks in mud. He wished me a good day, and I wished him a good day too, and he left. I continued onward, eating my two Pizza Pops and an almond Sweet & Salty bar, finishing them just as I approached the northwest corner of the clearcut that a right branch in the road went through, at which time, it was time to turn around. As I was heading back, I was getting concerned because now there were thicker mid-level clouds coming up from the south which would cover the sun completely! 
Without the full sun, the water wouldn't be able to warm up enough to immerse my head for a cleanup after a submergence sink, especially given the colder start to the days recently! 
So, I wasn't certain whether I would be able to have any submergence sink at all. 
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.Feeling warm, I decided to have a quick stimulating sink as a test to see how I felt in the mud and in the afternoon cleanup water, before deciding whether I could manage a submergence sink after that. But, the clouds covering the sun made a submergence sink look uncertain, although I saw some breaks in the clouds that would allow it to make some appearances.
So, I got undressed, and headed over to the east side, where the thick undisturbed patch was on the warmer northern part of the bog. I stared down at two sets of muskrat tracks, and took the fateful step onto the ground that the tracks were on, roughly the same spot I had leapt into on my first adventure for the "Starving Ground" video, the hungry quagmire gulping me down to my waist, and farting! The thicker surface layer really hugged me around my waist, with the thick gooey stuff below hugging the rest of me, a feeling that I really savoured!
I pretended to be stuck, trying to push down on the stiffer surface to try to lift myself up, but the grip of the voracious ooze was too strong, and refused to release its prey (me)! 
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! After that release, I felt my body temperature drop. I was supposed to exit right away to see if the cleanup water was viable enough for me to have a submergence sink, but I couldn't resist remaining "trapped" in the thick sucking quagmire!
I felt that with the lack of sun, the water would likely be too uncomfortable for immersing my head, and so I just continued to enjoy being lower to mid chest in the bottomless muck! 
I mushed the surface around me, and proceeded to pick out more and more pieces of sticks, tossing them out of the bog area. I then slowly worked my way backward towards the east side, finding that moving into new mud felt a little bit chillier, since the stuff I was in for a while warmed up around me. So, it eventually warmed up to me in the new spot as well. I kept on finding more and more tiny pieces of sticks, some thin and solid, others thicker and turning soft. It was easy to notice them when the mud was thicker. The mud also continued to fart swamp gas, something that really added to the experience! I loved feeling the bog passing gas along my body, feeling the bubble rising up against my skin, until it reached the surface, often farting out, but sometimes seemed to vanish quietly as it got close to the surface. The sun was coming in and out from behind the clouds, which was nice, but I also noticed that shadows from the trees to the west were starting to move over the bog as well. I felt slightly on the cool side, but it felt toooo goooooood to leave. I kept on working myself up each time the hungry ooze sucked me down towards my mid chest, since I wanted to keep my upper body clean and dry. When I stood still, I could feel the mud slowly brushing upwards against my skin, as it slowly tried to consume more of me again! I took my time with working myself backwards towards the east "shore", and started to feel like I was getting some mild stimulation again. But, just as I began to struggle vigorously to try and increase that stimulation, a fly (small horsefly perhaps) suddenly appeared and started to land on me and bite me! I had to keep chasing it away from my back, shoulders, face and other parts of my upper body! I couldn't smack it, because my hands were muddy, and I didn't want to get mud on my upper body, which would be very uncomfortable to wash off without the sun to warm the cleanup water! I had to pull out a stick I used for part of the cage from the edge (I had to do it twice because the first stick broke when I tried removing it), and used the clean end to get the fly off my back. But, it kept on coming back again and again, and eventually I accidentally got the clean end of the stick muddy as well, forcing me to stick it back into the hole in the grass where it was before. So, I just continued to work myself backward and enjoyed the mud for a bit longer, picking out more debris, and smoothing out the surface before finally reaching the east edge, where I was able to push down on the grass to lift myself up, with the increased tension of the mud on my legs once again initiating leg cramps. I sat on the edge of the floating grass, pushed the mud off my legs and feet back into the bog, and smoothed things out.Now, I was finished with my sink and headed to the pond, where I picked out a yellow waterlily rhizome to sit on and clean up, feeling a bit uncomfortable because of the cooler water than last week. The water was not all the way to the top of my muddy skin, and I had to scrub really hard to get it cleaned off. I didn't want to use "Nature's Scrub Brush", because it would have required getting my upper body wet, and I didn't feel comfortable with the cooler water, cooler (but still a bit warm) air, and cloudy skies covering the sun. Then, I knelt down on a yellow waterlily rhizome to clean myself lower, and then finally stood up to finish the job. I then headed to the meadow further away from the water to air-dry, using mainly the wind that had come up from the south to dry off. Once I was dry, I got dressed, grabbed my camera and started taking photos of the bog again, starting at 4:27 pm, showing its state after my second sinking session:
I decided to remove the stick I had used for the camera on my last adventure, and placed it against the alders near where I kept my things. But, I got my leg (or was it foot) muddy in the process, forcing me to clean it up on the edge of the pond again.
To Be Continued...