So, with the breathing hose I earlier retrieved from its hiding spot by a beaver lodge on the northeastern part of the pond, and with swim goggles on my forehead, and all naked, I once again jumped in, this time from the south side to face away from the sun, landing in the middle, again up to my chest. This time, it didn't splatter that much, and seemed thicker on top.

I savored the sink, struggling slowly, hands and arms above the surface, to let my body get accustomed to the temperature of the mud. I made movements with my feet to make the sucking mire gulp me down deeper, and then rested my arms on the surface, which seemed firmer than earlier. I had the breathing hose laying to my left, just within reach when I needed it. Once the sucking muck rose to my shoulders, I gently worked my arms down into the surface of the muck, and continued to make myself sink deeper and deeper, the hungry mire closing over my shoulders.
I continued to struggle lightly, the voracious ooze rising up over my mouth. I continued to face forward, since I could still breathe through my nose, and exhale through my submerged mouth. I tried inhaling through my mouth, but the wall of mud plastered against it would only suck tight, preventing any air from getting in.
I had to start tilting my head back as the mire rose to my nose, and then put my swim goggles over my eyes to keep the mud from getting in them. I continued to work myself down deeper, facing straight up, seeing the mire slowly close over my head, enclosing me in darkness. Then, I took a deep breath just before it closed over me, trying to suffocate me in its smothering grip. I then rose enough to wipe the mud away from my mouth, blindly grab the breathing hose, and inserted the soft end into my mouth.
With a good continuous supply of air, I pulled myself completely under again, inhaling through the hose, and exhaling through my nose, my exhaled air "phlup, phlup, phlup"'ing to the surface. It was the first time this year I did that, so I wasn't quite used to it yet, so after working myself under a bit deeper and lingering for a brief while, I then worked myself back up so that my head was within several inches beneath the surface, where my breathing was less work. I then lingered there, in the soft, enveloping darkness, totally enclosed by a bottomless bog, the breathing tube being the only thing keeping me alive! I moved my hands to the surface, feeling the surface above my head, including where my escaping breath was bubbling up, feeling the surface move where the exhaled air was farting out. With the upper part of the bog solar heated, my head felt comfortable down there, which made the experience even more pleasant.

I also kept my eyes open all the time, since they were protected by the swim goggles, although all I saw was darkness. I got used to the extra work breathing under the mud, and felt much more comfortable. My diaphragm was getting a nice workout!

I struggled a little under the bog, but I couldn't exert myself too much, because the nature of my breathing was such that I had to stick to a certain breathing rate, and couldn't change it. I felt some slight calf cramps, but they were not that intense, and dissipated.
Finally, I decided that it was time to start returning to the world above ground. I worked myself up higher and higher, my exhaled air then changing from a "phlup, phlup, phlup" to more of a rushing sound as I got close to the surface. Then I was able to remove the breathing hose from my mouth, and toss it aside, and wipe the mud from my swim goggles to let in sunlight, as well as from my head and ears. I submerged myself again, this time without the breathing hose, and resurfaced, to enjoy the experience more. Then, I wiped mud from my swim goggles and head, and continued to rise higher, and then struggled some more, but with very blurry and smeared vision from the muddy swim goggles. I then worked myself out of the mire, pushing the mud off my skin, back into the bog as I went, until I was sitting on the edge of the bog, where I extracted my legs and feet, pushing the mud off them back into the bog. I was finally free of the engulfing quagmire!
I headed to the pond, where I found an open area near the edge, and stood in the water with a soft bottom, swished away the disturbed sediment and cold water that was released to replace it with warmer clear water, and then bent over and cleaned my face. It felt more comfortable this time than before, because the sun had continued to work its magic throughout the day. I cleaned my my upper body mostly, and headed back to the south end, this time with my breathing tube, stopping at the thigh-deep sticky clay/peat path on the west side of the tinier pond for another stimulating horizontal, stuck hands/arms and stuck bent knees struggle. I then cleaned myself and the breathing hose in the small pond, accidentally walking into a dead tree branch that luckily didn't give me a bleeding nose.
When I returned to my sinking area, I had to clean up my legs and feet again, since I had to cross the muddy path on the way back, just as I had to earlier. I took several pictures of the sinking spot, with noticeable impressions left by the breathing hose on the west side, with the lower sun really enhancing the surface irregularities on the bog, highlighting every wrinkle and bump in this "Grimpen Mire"-like ooze!
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It was a shame there wasn't any time to do another on-camera sink there!
After getting dressed, I returned things to their rightful places, returned to my bike, and the day of adventure was over! But, when I got closer to home, I found a wallet on the road. I took it home, my dad went over it to find identification, I accessed canada411.ca to look up the owner's phone number, my dad contacted the owner, and I returned his wallet to him when he arrived.

A great way to end the day!
I noticed that the consistency of the bog was the best after being allowed to sit for a few hours after being disturbed, and so perhaps next time I would try having an off-camera sink first to whip things up nicely, and then have an on-camera sink later on in the day, which would provide interesting results!
I will be slicing and dicing the video into 4 pieces, with 2 sinks (one long and one fast) and 2 escapes (one with mud mixing, and the other cut off). But, at the end of my first sink, the wind just *HAD* to start blasting away at the camera's built-in microphone just as my escaping breath was bubbling up to the surface, completely masking the sound!

But, overall, the results were excellent, with the bog behaving like a bottomless pit of gooey batter!
The temperature in Vernon hit around 33˚C, or 91.4˚F, while a high elevation locale (Elkhart Lodge) between the Okanagan valley and the coast, my gauge of weather in the high elevations, hit 27˚C, or 80.6˚F, nice and warm, as I had noticed at my bog. I was happy that forecasted thunderstorms never materialized. But, this new week, the weather is a bit more unstable, so things might be wetter, which might impact the condition of the bog.

I will keep my fingers crossed.