I still had time to spare, and I *REALLY* wanted my one last stimulating mud fix! Thanks to the mud, air and water finally feeling warmer (took all day to get to this point), I didn't get very chilled this time, and recovered rather quickly.
So, I headed south to the patch of shaded shallow clay on the northwest corner of the tiny pond there, stopping along the way at the exposed mud on the south side of the main pond, to probe it with my foot. In the first spot to my left, I noticed that there was a layer of mud over top of a thin vegetative layer, that was floating on a layer of water, which would have had thicker mud further below. I then probed another spot to my right, and it was mud on top of very watery mud (or it was water that the top layer of mud mixed into when I disturbed it). So, just as I had suspected, the mud on top concealed a layer of water underneath. I then continued on to the clay spot, where I first cleared the mud of sticks, and was finally ready to have my final muddy struggle of the day! 
I positioned myself roughly northward, and got on my hands and knees, far enough back so that a larger pole laying across the ground was far enough in front of me. I worked my knees down into the thick gooey clay by making pumping motions with them, and then also started working my lower legs down as well. I mushed up some of the water smartweed in front of me to expose and loosen the muck in front of me, and worked my hands down into the thick clay, leaning forward into the muck. As I struggled, the sucking clay completely swallowed my lower legs as well, which got deeper and deeper in its grip. I slowly worked my hands deeper and deeper into the clay as well, with it swallowing more and more of my arms. It was very pasty, but also had a granular texture, due to it containing tiny white sandgrain-sized clamshells, which were easily crushed. It was lighter beige in color, in contrast to the darker brown organic muck that was over top of it, and being mixed in. As I continued to struggle, I was also working my submerged feet further back under the mud, and working my hands and arms even deeper as well, my abdomen and chest pressing further and further into the sucking clay, which made some interesting sounds as I struggled. Finally, struggling with my arms and legs trapped in the sucking muck, the thick ooze rising around more and more of my front, imagining that I was slowly going to get completely sucked into it, my stimulation exploded, stronger than before!
After the tremendous release, it was time to work myself out. But, although I was able to work my arms and hands out quickly, getting my legs out was a long and slow process, because it was so thick, they were more horizontal below the knees, and I didn't want to put too much stress on my knees. But, my struggles to free myself kept resulting in air getting trapped underneath me, which resulted in the thick clay making really huge belching farts!
They were sounds that I just loved hearing a bog make, and the way my body was positioned allowed for me to trap lots of air for it to belch out! 
I did that several times, and continued to slowly pull one foot and then the other slightly horizontally/diagonally through the mud, going from one to the other, slowly working myself out of the grip of the sucking clay. It was a shame that it was only a foot to a foot and a half deep, because I would have loved to have had a bottomless pit of that (actually, I had some places southwest of Kamloops that did have stuff like that which was deeper)! I finally managed to completely extract myself, and smoothed out the surface.I headed through and around the bushes to the south side of the tiny pond, where I cleaned myself off easily, since my back was nice and clean. I then made my way back around to the west side again, trying to decide whether to traverse part of a rockslide to get around the mud, or to just go through it. I chose to go through the mud, but off to the organic side closer to the tiny pond, where I didn't get too much muddier. I then cleaned my legs off by the tiny pond there, and then headed back to my things.
As I started my way back, I suddenly realized that something was off! I had at first thought that the sun was lower and behind the trees already, since things seemed to be very shaded. But when I looked up, the sun wasn't behind the trees, but was still above them, but now just a pink disk in a greyish-reddish-brown sky!
The previously clear blue skies had become overcast with a smoke plume that seemed to have materialized from out of nowhere! I hoped that there wasn't a new forest fire in our area! 
I got back to my things, grabbed my camera, and returned to the mud I had just struggled horizontally in, and took a photo of it:
I then returned to my things, and set my camera down. I grabbed the stick I had used for bringing up the thicker mud from deeper down in my bog, which was laying on the west side of the bog, and I swapped it with a smaller stick used as part of the "cage", which I then moved to another part. I was glad I never removed the sticks, because that saved me a lot of time replacing them.
I got dressed, swapped memory cards in my camera, got my stuff together and nicely packed, and returned to my bike, where I loaded everything back in my saddlebag, in their appropriate places. I then walked my bike back to the sideroad, having to lift it over a couple fallen tree trunks along the way. As I headed down the sideroad around 5:30 pm, I stopped by the east pond, got out my camera, zoomed in on the pink sun, and took a photo of a sky that had been bright blue all day, until just within the past hour:
Heading back, I once again wished I had regular glasses with me, instead of just sunglasses. But, unlike last time, when it clouded over, this time, all clouds were deflected far away by the strong ridge of high pressure, meaning it should have been clear blue skies from sunrise to sunset! So, I had to once again bike back with dark sunglasses under dark skies!
I managed to get around cell range around 6:45 pm, rebooted the iPhone, called home, and then continued into the valley, occasionally looking back at the smoke plume that came up from the southwest, moving to the east, that looked like a storm cloud. The sun came out from behind it briefly, only to go behind another one further to the west. My dad picked me up, and drove me home.I had such high hopes for the day, only to be met with major disappointment!
I thought for certain that the mud would finally be exposed like it was in late July of last year, only to have it *STILL* mostly submerged! But, at least I did find the lack of clouds made things warmer, which allowed me to warm up faster. That day, we hit 33˚C, or 91˚F in Vernon, BC, while the hotspot in the province was Lytton, BC (the town burnt down last year during a record heatwave), which hit 39.6˚C, or 103˚F, quite a toasty start to September! I was glad that the smoke didn't move in until the end of the day, allowing the sun to get things heated up nicely during the day. It was from a forest fire that was originally in Washington State, south of Manning Park, which crossed over into BC, flaring up and sending a heavy smoke plume our way later that day. It also resulted in lots of thick smoke in the valley for a couple weeks afterwards, on and off, some days clear, some milky, depending on the wind direction (southwest winds were the worst for here).I was glad the cattle stayed away from my area, and perhaps I helped keep them away during my lunch walk. While I was wishing for that clay in the ruts to be more extensive and not on a road, the clay on the northwest corner of the tiny pond south of the main pond was deep enough for a good horizontal struggle, which I have done there over the years.
At least I finally tried out my plan for trying to bring up mud from deeper down in my bog with a pole, although I wished I could have done it with my feet, which would have been faster and more efficient, something I done years ago before my knees started having problems. I wondered about if I should have tried making a video of me splashing in a shallow puddle, only to find the bottom was softer and deeper 
than expected, and then get swallowed by the mire! But then, I didn't really feel like submerging in mud with water on the surface. I prefer not having any water trying to seep in over my face when sinking. But, things had warmed up enough to make such a sink viable in the late afternoon, and I had to immerse and clean my head in the pond, without swim goggles or swim cap, meaning bare hair and eyes, to remove mud smears and splatters, anyways. The clicking in my neck seemed a little bit worse (it also goes up and down with my work at home), and I was quite sore all over, especially my abdominal muscles from perhaps pushing the pole into the mud and pulling it out, and also part of my legs from cramps. But the sore feelings have subsided.
After thinking about it, I came to realize that the mud dropping below the water was not only due to its surface levelling out to make the flooded spots shallower and the exposed spots flooded, but also due to the fact that the mud contained pockets of swamp gas which had made it rise like a raw bread, cake or soufflé (maybe the comparison is a bit extreme, but you get the idea), and disturbing it released the swamp gas that was bloating it, resulting in it "deflating" enough for it to sink below the water level even more! That would explain why my bog had nicer thicker exposed stuff on my first (previous) visit, which then sunk below the water, and wasn't exposed as much for my second (this) visit, even though the water levels had dropped since the previous visit!
Since then, I have been anxiously looking for any opportunity to get back out there for a third adventure, to *FINALLY* make my first sinking video of the season, but the next peak in the heat was too soon (5 days after), with the bog likely still flooded, although I could have possibly successfully mixed away all the remaining water that would have been on top.
But, by the time I felt ready to go, and felt that the mud would finally be exposed, the weather was either too cold, or too cloudy and smoky (all warmer windflow from the southwest brought in heavier smoke into the valleys), and hunting season started on Sept 10'th, making things riskier, although the weekdays are not as bad as weekends. I have gone on my adventures during hunting season in the past, avoiding weekends like the plague, and the growing bushes between the east pond by the sideroad and the west (my) pond have hidden my sinking area more nicely, although there were some slight glimpses of the meadow just to the north of my bog, and the top of the sticks I used for surrounding the bog. But, for someone moving down the sideroad, even slowly, it is more of a "blink and you miss it" type of thing. But, even if I was able to find a day that is warm, given a couple of shots of colder air lately (and some rain that could have raised water levels), the cleanup water, especially lower down, will likely turn aching, stinging, "scrotum painfully shrinking to walnut-size" cold
quickly, and will never recover this season, only expected to get a slightly warmer layer on top for a few inches with warm weather, and that won't be until the end of a warm sunny day. Our latest spell of colder weather was thanks to (post)Typhoon Merbok, amplifying the ridging/troughing pattern in the jet stream to allow a deep trough to move over us, bringing down cold air from the north! Now that the trough has moved further to the east (when it hits eastern Canada, it is forecast to suck Hurricane Fiona, which should be Category 2 by then, into the vicinity of Cape Breton Island in northern Nova Scotia), we are getting under a ridge of high pressure, with clear skies, but still not out of the cold air completely yet (some places in the valley are even getting frost , but thankfully not us)! But, we are going to have some temperature ups and downs over the next week, with one temperature peak on Thursday, Sept 22'nd (not free that day), and another on Tuesday, Sept 27'th (looks promising )! But, because of the cold weather in the meantime, if we do get back warm enough weather, with sunshine, and I do get a chance to go, I might not be able to have a submergence, because I don't think I could stand to subject my head to such cold water, and the mud would also develop a very cold layer close to the surface as well, but still relatively warmer deeper down. But, perhaps I can fill a pail and bucket I have there with water, and have it sit in the sun all day for my head cleanup, and use the frigid water for the lower parts of my body! 
So, I will play it by ear, and if I do find a warmer, cloud-free, smoke-free weekday that I am free (Tuesday, Sept 27'th?), it would be nice to enjoy one final adventure in a season that started frustratingly late due to a persistent La Niña. I just hope that if I can go, then on that day no one plans on using the entrance to my sideroad for doing target practice again. 
I paused at that level until I caught my breath, before working myself higher up to my upper chest. I then wiped the mud away from my head, noticing that my swim goggles weren't fitting over my eyes properly. I re-positioned them a few times, and continued to wipe mud away from my head, and then working my feet up higher through the thicker mud below, rising higher, and then wiping more mud off. I was a bit annoyed at the wind which kept coming up, making me feel a bit chilled! 
). I then turned the camera off, and returned to the pond to clean off, the water just starting to warm up, but still a bit cool lower down, with chilly pockets where water came out from underneath the floating vegetation. I cleaned my head and upper body off, including my swim goggles and swim cap, my hair nice and dry and clean underneath, except for the bottom where it had stuck out from the swim cap. I also rubbed my back on the floating mat of small rushes to take care of the scum left by the thick mud on my skin (nature's scrub brush), then splashing water over my back to rinse off the loose debris. I also removed my junk shorts and cleaned it and the string in the water, before hanging it and the goggles and swim cap on some alder branches to dry further on shore on the south side of the path between my things and my bog.
So, I worked myself out onto the floating grass on the east side, wiping mud off my body and into the bog. I then returned to the pond, where I cleaned myself out again. The bottom was all the same mud, but I could make my way though it and crawl on top of it, but yellow waterlily rhizomes made it easier to have stable footing (or sitting/kneeling). I cleaned myself off just like before, but this time all the way down to my feet, which had to be done in stages, with my lowest parts cleaned on the floating rushes, which sunk under the water from my weight and sprung back up after I moved away. All clean, I headed out further away from the pond, and air-dried in the hazy smoky sun. I also grabbed my camera and took a photo of the bog, even more disturbed than before: