BM's Boggy Adventure & BG Pix! Updated 10/25/'26!

[Boggy Man]

My August 26'th, 2026 Adventure, Part 1!

After my previous adventure, I was concerned about a rainstorm that had dropped half an inch of rain, and hoped that my bog wasn't going to have any water on top. It looked like the heat was going to peak on Wednesday, August 26'th, so that was the day I was targeting for my second adventure of the season! But, even though there was also a forecast of mix of sun and cloud with a chance of thunderstorms in the late afternoon that day, I had to take advantage of the warm weather before it was gone!

My brother dropped me off in the usual spot around 11 am, and the temperature reading there was 22˚C (72˚F), slightly warmer than last time! There was no sign of cattle around, and I took my bike for a test run to make certain nothing happened to the bike during the rough trip up the washboard road, bouncing in the back of the truck. It all checked out fine, and my brother took off, and I loaded my things in my saddlebags, and was on my way!

I parked my bike in the usual wooded spot, north of the pond, swapped memory cards in the camera, got my stuff together and headed off to my bog, to see if the rain had affected it. When I reached it, I was happy to see that it was free of water, but it did look like it had some temporary puddling, which smoothed out the lower parts of the surface. I headed to the alders where I set my things down, took off my shoes and lower clothes, and returned to the bog to take photos of it from four sides, starting at 11:19 am:

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Now, with the photos taken, I was anxious to have my first session of getting sucked (not all the way because things weren't quite warm enough) into the mire, followed by mushing up all of the surface to eliminate the firmer surface layer! I returned to my things, put my camera away, finished undressing, and was ready to step into the "ground that has no bottom"!

Entering from the west side facing east, I took my fateful leap, landing waist deep in the farting muck! I was happy to see that it was thicker than last time, even with all the rain we had I struggled and mushed up the doughy surface around me, loving its feel on my body, sinking deeper towards my chest. The surface in front of me undulated with my struggles, the mire sucking me down towards my chest, the imagined threat of being sucked down to my death, and the heavenly feeling of it, stimulating me to the exploding point!

Now, it was time to mush up the surface! I finished mushing everything around me that I could reach, before moving on to the next part. I chose to do the south side first, since it was shaded more from the grass and was therefore cooler. So, I wanted to save the warm side of the bog for last. I worked myself around the bog counterclockwise, finding that because it was thicker, I had to work myself out and move around to the next section and then stepping in. I had to work myself to the surrounding weeds backwards, and move mud from behind me to in front of me to keep it from bunching up and being pushed onto the surrounding grass. I also picked out small pieces of wood as well and tossing them away. I loved how the bog felt and how it would fart out swamp gas! The mud was at a point where it was so thick that I could hardly work my legs through it anymore, but was still too soft to work myself high enough to sit back on top of the mud and work my legs out and crawl out on top. It was of that consistency that made escape a bit more slow going, but for the inexperienced, perhaps perceived to be impossible! So, I enjoyed all the struggling to get out each time I had to move to the next spot for the surface mushing and smoothing! Once I had finished going full circle, I worked myself out backwards, pushing mud off my body into the bog, and smoothed out the surface!

Now that I finished the mushing up and smoothing out of the surface, I stood on the north side of the bog which had no more thicker surface layer, and took a leap right into the center, landing past my waist in the gulping mire! I then struggled and slowly sunk down, but kept on working myself back up towards my stomach. I had been feeling a bit chilled, but not too bad. The sun had been going in and out from behind the clouds, with me feeling a bit cool when the clouds covered the sun , but the moment the sun came out, it was absolutely baking! I imagined that the mire was unsurvivable, and that no matter how much I struggled to keep from sinking, the deadly muck would eventually win out! I just lingered there, trying to stay stomach deep, loving the experience! Finally, I started struggling, and the voracious ooze started to suck me down deeper towards my chest, with me imagining that this was it, the bog was finally going to suck me under, that I was now about to become its latest victim, causing me to explode for the second time this day!

Now it was time to bring my first mud session of the day to an end. I worked myself up as high as I could, which was around stomach deep, and then slowly worked myself backwards towards the north edge, pulling mud from behind me to in front of me, and working myself backward inch by slow inch, repeating the process, while also smoothing the surface in front of me! It took a while, but once I was able to move the last of the mud behind me to my front and get my rear against the edge of the floating vegetation, I was able to push my hands down on the grass and lift myself up higher to finally sit on something solid! I worked my legs and feet out and pushed the mud off them and into the bog, and finished the smoothing of the surface, making certain that if I had dragged any mud onto the grass that it would also be returned to the bog!

Now it was time to head into the water to get cleaned up! Because I didn't get too deep yet, I was able to clean myself off a bit more easily without needing to rub my back on "Nature's Scrub Brush". But I did have to rub my skin a bit harder, because the thicker mud left thicker patches of darker scum on my skin. The water felt a little bit on the cool side because it was still early in the day, but still was not too bad. However the water from the sediment that I stirred up was a bit cooler, forcing me to try and swish nearby warmer surface water towards me. The yellow waterlily rhizomes to sit or kneel on helped things quite a bit. I slowly got myself clean from top down, and then exited the water to air-dry off.

Once I was nice and dry, I got dressed, grabbed my camera, and took some photos of my mushed up and smoothed out bog, starting at 1:54 pm:

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To Be Continued...

[Boggy Man]

My August 26'th, 2026 Adventure, Part 2 (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!

I headed back to my bike, putting my shoes on when I was certain that my feet were dry. Waiting to warm up, I grabbed my lunch and drinks, and walked back to the sideroad, where I walked northward, further up it to where it went around the west and north sides of the clearing containing the pond with the ring bog with a large meadow on its north side, all of which was hidden from the road by a forest, except for a few tiny places, one being the beaver dike on the south side east of the road which I had briefly walked down to last time. It is basically a deep pond surrounded by a ring of mostly solid grassy sphagnum peat bog, which is in turn surrounded by shallower water. It looks like this from the air: https://maps.app.goo.gl/cWeQVMKNQTSZHZcy8 . I snacked on a couple of Pizza Pops on the way, as well as an almond Sweet & Salty bar. Where the road went around the north side of the ring bog, there was a narrow clear grassy corridor through the trees that led to the large meadow on the north side of the ring bog pond. Once I had finished lunch, I decided to head through that entrance and cross the meadow to check out the north side of the ring bog pond to see if it had mud exposed, because years ago, during a dry summer, there was a lot of mud exposed in the northern section outside the sphagnum ring bog, and I didn't have time to test it out back then.

When I crossed the meadow and approached the north side of the pond, I was excited to see that the water was almost completely gone from that outer section, exposing extensive mudflats full of yellow waterlilies! It is this dark area above the center pond: https://maps.app.goo.gl/NKJ2hmS9y8S2kjJB7 I couldn't resist taking a number of photos of the mudflats, starting at 2:33 pm:

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I headed to the east side, and continued with my photos:

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I walked southward, around to a low, more solid grassy spot where I was able to cross over to the grassy sphagnum ring bog to take photos of the mudflats from the south side:

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To Be Continued...

[Boggy Man]

My August 26'th, 2026 Adventure, Part 3 (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!

I finally reached a spot on the ring bog that had a channel of water I couldn't jump over, so I couldn't go any further, and therefore had to take the rest of the photos from the one spot:

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While I was headed westward along the ring bog taking pictures, there was a narrow channel of water crossing it in the middle eastern part, which I jumped across heading west, with my left foot landing on lower floating vegetation at the west edge of the channel, getting my left shoe wet. This time, when heading back, I tried to be more careful, and jumped across, but when I landed on the other side, my left foot slipped on the east edge, and right into the water, REALLY soaking my left shoe this time, as well as getting some peat on my left leg!

I headed back through the meadow, back the way I came, back to the road, and returned to my bike, putting my lunch bag away, and returned to my bog, finally warm enough for me to have my second submergence video of the season! This time, the theme of the video I settled on was "Gulping, Gobbling Goop"!

On the way to the bog, I stopped at a rock outcropping in the meadow west of the pond, and picked up a nice thick solid stick, which looked like the perfect size for the Gorillapod to wrap its tentacles around! At my things by my bog, I got out the Gorillapod, the swim goggles and cap, and my junk shorts and string to use as a belt. I changed into my junk shorts, and set my camera's picture size to 16:9 aspect ratio (10.5M 4320x2432) so that I could get the location properly framed for the video. I stuck the stick/pole into the floating grass on the south side of my bog, and wrapped the tentacles of the Gorillapod with my camera screwed on around the pole, and it was more secure than using the thinner sticks I was using as a cage. I then figured out where I was going to land, and tried to get the camera's view properly centered. But, unfortunately, because of my eyesight problems, I had trouble seeing the screen clearly in the sun, and even when I tried shading it, I still couldn't see the details of the surface. So, I decided to try something I had previously thought about. I went to the pond, removed an oval-shaped leaf from a floating pondweed, and dropped it on the bog, roughly where I was to take the plunge. But, when I looked at the screen, I still couldn't make it out! So, after a while of trying to locate it, I returned to the edge of the pond and took a yellow, crumpled, dried-up piece of yellow waterlily leaf, and then dropped it on the bog, with it landing just northwest of the pondweed leaf. I returned to my camera, and was able to make out that dry leaf, and was finally able to get the spot properly framed!

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I returned to my things, got my swim cap on, put my swim goggles on my forehead until I was ready, lifted up the edges of the cap to expose my ears so I could put my glasses back on, and returned to my camera to make a few final adjustments to get it centered and zoomed in properly. Then, at 3:24 pm I then hit the record button, made certain it was recording, returned to my things, set my glasses down, pulled the swim cap back over my ears, and put my swim goggles over my eyes, something I forgot about a ways into the video last time! I was now ready to begin my dramatic on-camera sink and escape!

I walked over to the north side of the bog, and as usual, did my "thinking out loud" part to set up the "Gulping, Gobbling Goop" theme before taking the fateful leap, thinking that the leaves were off-center, so I decided to target a spot just to the left side of them on the video (right side from my perspective). The voracious ooze gulped me down to my waist, and I began to struggle, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, as I repeatedly tried reaching for anything solid, turning the surface to mush around me, with swamp gas occasionally farting out! It was slow going, because of how thick the muck was, and I had to pace myself, because I didn't want to be out of breath for the submergence part. It felt really good being engulfed by thick, doughy quagmire! The sun was going in and out from behind the clouds, and I was concerned about the sun in my eyes while it was out. However, I was facing slightly to the east of the sun. I also picked out a tiny stick and tossed it away. I continued to enjoy getting deeper and deeper in the thick comfy muck, which closed over my shoulders and slowly rose up around the sides of my head, forcing me to tilt my head further and further back to keep my mouth and nose exposed! Eventually, I was peering through a puffy hole with sides that slowly billowed closed over my eyes, enclosing them in muddy darkness, and as it started to smother my mouth, I had to work my hands up to the surface and dig away the suffocating ooze so that I could keep on breathing. I did that for a bit, before finally taking a deep breath, holding it, and going the rest of the way under, with my hands following! I struggled a bit beneath the surface before pausing, and then finally letting out some of my breath, hearing it escape to the surface!

After the exhalation, my lungs were screaming for air, so I quickly worked myself back up to the surface, this time making sure I was up high enough to wipe away the mud from my mouth to breathe without it closing over my mouth at the critical moment of inhalation! After wiping the mud away, I was really gasping for air, and with my head rising up out of the mire, I had to pause to finish catching my breath! Now was the beginning of the long slow process of working myself up higher and higher, pushing the mud off my body as I went. When I got around waist deep in the sticky ooze, I couldn't get much higher, and began the longer slower process of working myself backwards, pulling mud from behind me to in front of me, and then smoothing out the surface in front of me. I kept on repeating that until I finally reached the edge, where I was finally able to push down on the grass with my hands to lift my butt out and onto the grass, making certain I wasn't dragging any mud onto the grass with me. I then worked my legs and feet out, pushing the mud back into the bog, before finally smoothing it out.

I headed to the water, quickly cleaned my hands and arms, returned to the camera, pressed the record button to stop the recording, turned the camera off, and headed into the pond to clean up. I had to head out a little further into the pond and wait for the disturbed sediment to settle a bit, which also released colder water, which I had to swish away to replace it with warmer surface water from further in front of me. I then leaned forward until my mouth was close to the surface of the water and had to wait to catch my breath before submerging my head and neck to clean them off. I was glad the water temperature wasn't too bad at this time. I removed my swim goggles and cleaned my face as well, and had to scrub myself harder this time due to the mud leaving patches of darker film on my skin. I cleaned my arms and front as much as possible to get it clean. I removed my swim cap and cleaned it as well, and set it and the goggles, which I also cleaned, on a yellow waterlily leaf on shore. I rubbed my back vigorously on the floating vegetation ("Nature's Scrub Brush"), with the action making audible rubbing sounds like a squeegee, a sign that I was doing a good job of cleaning my back. Then, it was back into the water to splash water over my shoulders and down my back to rinse away the debris. I went to remove the junk shorts, but the slip knot I used got stuck, so I had to pull the shorts out from under the string, before cleaning it up. I eventually got the knot undone, and removed the string from around my waist as well. After I cleaned myself down to my legs and feet, I took my junk shorts (which I wrung out as much as I could), swim goggles and cap, and string, and hung them on some dead alder branches. But, when I was ready to air-dry, it started to shower! I needed to dry out, but now I was being sprinkled on from the sky! But fortunately, it was light and didn't last long, and I got myself nice and dry.

I got dressed, and took some photos, starting at 4:51 pm, of the treacherous ooze that made for a dramatic sinking scene:

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To Be Concluded...

[Boggy Man]

My August 26'th, 2026 Adventure, Part 4, The Conclusion (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!

Now, it was time for me to put my things away and head back to my bike. I was concerned about the "warning shower" (actually I think there were two "warning showers"), a sign of more things to come as the day got later! I gathered my stuff in my spot in the bushes near the bog, and then after one last look at my bog, I headed to where I had my other things hanging from the dead alder branches, and put the swim goggles, swim cap and string into the bag, but couldn't put them back in their packaging yet, because they were still a little wet. I kept the junk shorts outside the bag because it was still so wet.

During the trip back to my bike, I started to wonder if perhaps I still had more time to do things after all. Looking to the south, the clouds looked like they were clearing away, and I couldn't see any more showers approaching! So, I figured that this could be an opportunity to finally test out the extensive mudflats exposed on the north side of the ring bog pond, something I had wished I had done a number of years ago, the last time I noticed the mud exposed, although back then, there wasn't as much mud exposed as there was now!

So, after I walked my bike back to the sideroad, instead of heading south to leave, I headed north, to the ring bog! Where the road turned east north of the ring bog, I walked my bike up a side trail on the north side of the road, and dropped it off where it was hidden from the road. I grabbed my stuff, and headed to the grassy entrance to the north side of the meadow that was on the north side of the ring bog pond, looking forward to walking though the yellow waterlily-laden mud flats, with the results captured on video! When I reached the mud flats, I picked a pair of bushes on the north edge of the bog as my starting point. I then walked around to the east side and around to the grassy sphagnum ring bog that was between the deeper center pond and the mudflats, breaking off and carrying a large stick from the bushes on the edge of the forest on the east side along the way, to provide something for my Gorillapod to wrap its tentacles around (can't remember if I did that on my way or if I dropped my other things off on the ring bog and then came back for the stick). I selected my exit point, and then stuck the stick through the grass on the south edge of the mudflats. I set the camera's picture size back to 16:9 aspect ratio again, screwed on the Gorillapod, and mounted the camera on the stick with the Gorillapod's knobby tentacles. I changed into my junk shorts again, which were still wet from earlier, wore no swim goggles or cap because I wasn't submerging, and got the view of my path properly framed by the camera:

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All set, I pressed the record button at 5:45 pm, and headed around the mud flats over to the two bushes, where I finally made my entrance! When I crossed the mud flat towards the camera, it was thicker on the edge, but then quickly became a vigorously bubbling slurry around calf to thigh deep lying over top a mat of yellow waterlily roots with submerged rhizomes rising up above the mat of roots. Below the mat of roots was peaty mud that was stiffer and thicker. I had to walk carefully, so as not to trip on the uneven surface. One step would be thigh deep in the slurry on top of the stiffer peaty root-laden mud, the next calf deep in the slurry on top of a rhizome, and the next would be thigh deep again on the roots and stiffer peaty mud. I reached the south side with the camera, a bit disappointed that the bubbling slurry never got any deeper than close to the top of my legs. I got out, cleaned the mud off my hands in the middle pond, and then pressed the record button to end the recording. I then turned the camera off, and was finished with the final video of the day!

Now, I couldn't resist exploring the rest of the mudflats! So, I first cleaned my legs off in the center pond, removed my junk shorts and then headed back into the mudflats. I walked all over the part east of where I had made my first crossing, finding it was all the same depths. I then walked through the area west of my first crossing, going all over the place, and finding it not getting any deeper than my upper thighs there as well, testing it all the way to the far west end. Not finding any deeper mud, I decided to try and have a stimulating horizontal sink before calling it quits. But, after numerous tries in a number of places without luck, sometimes getting my bent knees down into a slightly deeper depression under the looser muck and leaning over, I started to hear the rumbling of thunder from the east , which told me to call it quits. In fact, the sky to the south that looked like it was clearing was now filling with clouds, which could potentially turn into more thunderheads!

So, I returned to the center pond, and cleaned off on the eastern side of it before air drying and getting dressed. I changed my camera's picture size back to the original 4:3 aspect ratio, and took a photo of the center of the mudflats at 6:39 pm (getting rather late), showing the multiple trails I had left in the slurry-like mud:

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I put my camera away, got my things together, and took the stick back to the edge of the forest to the east on my way out. There was another brief shower around that time as well. I can't remember if I swapped memory cards before I left the ring bog, or when I got back to the bike. I put my things away, and was on my way back down the sideroad, then back to Crescent Road, and then the main road, where I snacked on a Sweet & Salty bar. I hadn't even reached the downhill portion of my return when my brother pulled up! I offloaded my stuff (except for my bag of sinking related stuff and other things), put it into the truck, and he loaded up my bike in the back, and we were off to home, saving me from the neck-rattling downhill descent!

It was an interesting day, with me having another dramatic submergence sink on video, this time without getting a mouthful of mud! Looking at the video later on, it turned out that the dried leaf "marker" was close to center, and when I jumped to the left of it in the camera's perspective, I was off-center for the video. But, the camera still caught all the action! I did encounter a leech during my cleanup. I was also glad to have tried out that mudflat to satisfy my curiosity, and got one trip through it on video, although I was a bit disappointed that it wasn't deeper. Thinking back, I seem to vaguely remember many years ago that I had sunk there before, working myself deeper into the stiffer peat under the looser stuff.

As I waited for the next adventure, I was concerned about the cooler rainier weather, with it even SNOWING in the very high elevations on the weekend! But, hopefully it was just cold rain at my bog. I just hoped that for my next adventure, that my bog wouldn't be covered in water, and that the mud/water wouldn't be chilled. So, I had to wait for the next break to warm, sunny weather to return to my treacherous quagmire!

[KidQuicksand]

SO lovely to see these updates, and read the descriptions of your stories! Love the vids, can't wait to see some more!

[Boggy Man]

My September 1'st, 2026 Adventure, Part 1!

After my last adventure, I was a bit concerned about the cooler wetter weather we had during the following weekend. It rained much of the day on Saturday, August 29'th, and during the weekend, there was even SNOW at the really high elevations! We had around 3/4 of an inch of rain at our house! But, there was a two-day spell of warmer weather on Monday August 31'st and Tuesday September 1'st, with it being sunny Monday and 25˚C (77˚F), but becoming a mix of sun and cloud Tuesday, but warmer with an expected high of 27˚C (81˚F). However, there was a slight chance of showers late afternoon with a risk of a thunderstorm. But that was late in the afternoon. So, wanting to give things an extra day to dry out from those rains, I targeted Tuesday, September 1'st for my adventure!

My brother and I left shortly after 9 am, and on the way up, we saw a turkey vulture on the side of the road, and afterwards, a white-tailed deer. No sign of cattle. When my brother dropped me off, the temperature was only 16˚C (61˚F), noticeably cooler than last time, but then, the forecasted high in the valley of 27˚C (81˚F) was also noticeably cooler than last time, when it was supposed to be low to mid 30's˚C (high 80's to mid 90's˚F) in the valley on the day of my previous adventure. I was wearing a hooded jacket to keep myself a bit warmer, and also took along a windbreaker in case it rained later on. I tested my bike, and things checked out. I put my things in my saddlebags, my brother took off, and I was on my way!

The offroad vehicle ban was finally removed due to less heat and the recent wetter weather, meaning that there could be vehicles accessing any sideroad at any time, which concerned me. I just hoped that it would stay quiet on my sideroad. I parked my bike in its usual spot by coniferous trees north of the pond, swapped memory cards in my camera, grabbed my things, and headed to the pond and my bog! But, just as I headed into the northwestern part of the meadow around my pond, I heard some cracking of branches. The area was all trampled and grazed on, with drying cowpies all over the place, but it seemed deserted, with no cattle around. Just in case it was a bear, I decided to head back to my bike to grab my lunch and drinks as well, since I didn't want a repeat of what happened years ago at my Edwin Lakes area pond, when a bear ate all my lunch, which left me feeling drained and weak for the rest of the day! I then headed to my bog, and just as I had expected, there was some water on top, although not as much as I had feared. Mostly a small pool in the middle north side, and there were muskrat tracks running through the mud as well. I could tell it was muskrat because of a line in the mud that was made by its tail. It was shortly after 11 am. I set my things down in their usual place in the alders, removed my shoes, took out my camera and took some photos of the bog, starting at 11:07 am:

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At first I was a bit uncertain whether I could sink right away because of how cool it felt while I was biking there. But, with the skies clear and the sun out, I could really feel the heat! But then, I was still wearing my jacket. So, I got undressed, and it still felt nice and warm in the strong late morning sunshine! I first headed to the pond to feel the water, and found it to be slightly cool but not too bad. I knew that I would have to limit the depth of my sink to the lower part of my abdomen, and hopefully would be able to go deeper once it got warmer in the afternoon, because I couldn't wait for another submergence sink later on in the day!

I walked over to the west side of the bog, the thickest side, and picked a spot there that was fairly high relative to other parts of the bog, and after savouring the anticipation, I made the fateful leap into the southern part of the west part of the bog, southwest of the puddle of water, with the hungry mire eagerly gulping me down to my waist, blowing farts in the process! I slowly struggled, at first without breaking the surface with my hands/arms, feeling the hug of the thick mire creeping up my body! I started to struggle more, pushing my arms down into the thicker surface layer and into the gooey stuff below, the bog quivering around me and blowing more bog farts! The mud to my front left was closer to the puddle of water and was loose on top, but it was a thin layer of loose stuff on top of a top layer that was thicker. Each time I got too far up my abdomen, I would work my feet up, and then straighten my body to allow me to rise up higher, since I wanted to avoid getting my upper body muddy this early in the day. But, I was happy to feel the full strength of the sun on my body, which made things rather comfortable! I just hoped that the sun would stay like this all day, since that would lock in a submersion sink later on! Finally, I began to struggle vigorously, until the feel of the mud raised my stimulation to the exploding point!

Now, I was ready to begin the next part of my sinking session. After a brief bit of swishing a little bit of the loose mud near the puddle over top the thicker stuff just to the south of it, I worked myself around to face west, and then proceeded to work myself backwards, towards the small puddle of water! It was a long, slow process, with me staying in each spot for a while, enjoying the feel of the mud before I would work myself backward, making certain that I had the mud in front of me smoothed out on top. I would work my legs back, and then the rest of my body, moving mud from behind me to in front of me. I was also constantly picking out debris from the mud and tossing it away, such as tiny fragments of sticks, and even the odd tiny pinecone. I kept on working myself backward towards and eventually through the puddle, and having the stuff in front of me nicely churned up and smoothed out. I was also trying to pull some stuff from the west side towards me as well, to try and raise the low area around the puddle. I had to keep working myself up to keep the hungry mud from claiming my upper body, since I wanted to keep it dry and clean. I could feel also feel the mud grains slowly rubbing up my body as I slowly sunk down as well. I really loved how the mud kept on farting, as well as the sounds it made as I mushed it with my hands! However, partways through the process, I started to feel cooler, like the sunshine that was beating down so hard when I started seemed to have lost its punch! I noticed that the sunlight shining on things seemed a bit milkier, and then noticed a light haze that spread across the sky, filtering the sun! So now, I was not as comfortable as I was earlier, but the awesome feel of the mud eclipsed any slight discomfort I felt. I worked myself through the small puddle, and then once I was close enough to the north side, I was able to use the edge of the floating vegetation to push down on with my hands to help me move backwards and up, having to constantly pull mud from between me and the edge to in front of me. However, I found that the act of tugging against the mud while pushing down on the grass was causing some leg cramps to pop up due to the extra tension of the gripping mud on my legs, which subsided when I stopped pushing down on the grass and just pushed down on the mud instead, which resulted in less tugging and tension of the mud on my legs. Finally, I was up against the edge, and was finally able to lift/work myself up and sit back onto the floating root mat on the edge, and push the mud off my legs/feet into the bog, having to deal with the cramps again. I smoothed the surface out and was ready to clean up!

Because of the cooler water, and the problems with sediment being stirred up, I had been contemplating whether I should do the cleanup in the usual area in the pond, or if I should try a cleanup in the tiny pond to the south of the pond, where the bottom was solid. But, I was leaning towards the usual area, since it was closer. But first, I had to relieve myself by some alder bushes, because my bladder had been on the verge of bursting. After I finished, I suddenly heard something! It was the sound of a truck! And, it was driving up the sideroad! I quickly headed behind the alders and saw it pass by. I was glad no one saw me! But, since it was headed up the road, which had dead-end branches, it was going to come back sooner or later! So, I headed to the tiny pond on the south end of the clearing for my cleanup, which was very far out of sight of the road, hoping that by the time I had finished cleaning up, the truck would have long since turned around and left the area.

When I entered the water from the south side, and stirred up the shallow layer of sediment on the solid bottom, I was suddenly hit with the coldest water I felt this season! It was so cold that I was aching between my legs for the first time! I had hoped that it being open water with fewer yellow waterlilies would make it warmer, but there were some bushes providing some shade on parts of it. I picked out one of the submerged logs to sit on, and swished away some sediment and cloudy water, trying to replace it with milder surface water. I immersed myself not quite up to the top of my muddy skin. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I began to clean the mud off, rubbing hard, since the thick mud left patches of dark residue on my skin. Then, I stood up to clean myself down lower, and then moved to progressively shallower water to finish the job, before exiting the water. I tried to identify the area as I used to remember, but couldn't see the rock outcropping on the east side of the exiting now dry streambed, although I did see the dry streambed. There were more bushes there than I remembered. I headed back, taking care not to touch any vegetation that might have had mud rub off onto during my entrance to the area. I returned to my bog, nice and dry already and got dressed. I grabbed my camera and starting at 1:38 pm, took photos of the bog that I had worked and smoothed out earlier:

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To Be Continued...

[Boggy Man]

My September 1'st, 2026 Adventure, Part 2 (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!

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:

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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...

[Boggy Man]

My September 1'st, 2026 Adventure, Part 3 (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!

I then gathered my things, and headed back to my bike, noticing that I still had some time left. So, I decided to head to the liquid mud and sticks pond, which was on the way back down Crescent Road. As I headed down the sideroad back to Crescent Road, I noticed that at the entrance, there were a couple of pizza boxes hanging from trees that were turned into makeshift shooting targets just west of the sideroad, marked with green ribbons, with some more green ribbons on the east side! I hoped that no one would be doing target practice the next time I was there, if I did have a next time!

I headed down Crescent Road, and as I approached the area with the entrance to the trail leading east to the hidden pond, I saw a nickel on the road. Then, I saw another one, and then more nickels! So, I dropped my bike off on the west side of the road and started to walk up and down a small stretch, picking up a bunch of nickels and a few dimes that someone had lost. Once I had covered the stretch of road and could no longer find any more nickels or dimes, I was ready to continue on to the trail leading to the pond I hadn't checked out in years!

I walked my bike down the cattle trail until it was out of sight of the road, and then set it down. I then headed off down the animal path to the pond. When I reached it, I walked up the path in the forest around the south and east sides of the pond, periodically leaving the trail to get to the fallen tree-laden shoreline of the pond, to take pictures along the way, often balancing myself on logs, or sometimes able to stand on the ground, with the first picture taken at 5:42 pm:

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To Be Concluded...

[Boggy Man]

My September 1'st, 2026 Adventure, Part 4, The Conclusion (Click Here For The Beginning With More Pix)!

Once I approached the northeast portion, I turned around and headed back, taking some more muddy photos in certain spots, and this time of some cattle bones laying around, but never took a photo of a rib bone or piece of vertebrae that I came across in the area as well:

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If it wasn't for all the sticks and logs, this pond would have been an ideal hidden sinking spot, although I would need at least one log going far into the pond to allow for cleanup if the entire shoreline was surrounded by mud! But then, if the logs weren't there, the mud level would have likely stayed below the water level, since the volume of logs likely raised the level of the mud to begin with!

Now it was time to return to my bike. I then swapped memory cards in my camera and was on my way! I noticed that the overcast skies were starting to sprinkle a little bit of a shower, but it never got heavy, and didn't last long. I still wasn't leaving as late as I had last time, so I wound up getting into the valley before my brother arrived to pick me up (I texted him as soon as I got cell service most of the way down the mountain road, and he was already on his way). I snapped a photo of a garter snake on the gravel road at 6:53 pm while I was up in the mountains, as well as some mammatus clouds at 7:26 pm when I was in the valley, a sign of a thunderstorm in the area:

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While I enjoyed the day for the most part, especially being in the treacherous quagmire, I was disappointed that the clouds spoiled any chances of a submergence sink video. If I had gone the previous day, I might have had more sunshine, but the bog might have had an even larger puddle on top of it, and everything would have been cooler to start the day. But, the limited sinking, struggling and the lengthy escape was still quite fantastic. To escape the hungry mire more quickly and save time, I had thought about trying to work myself up as high as I could, but instead of sitting back and working my legs up, I would have likely had to lie backwards in the mud in order to get my legs all the way to the surface in the softer mud, which would have gotten my upper back muddy, resulting in a very uncomfortable clean up. It figured that the first day of my adventure after the offroad vehicle ban was lifted would result in someone driving up my sideroad while I was there, turning out to be a conservation officer, someone of authority! I was glad that I only encountered a light sprinkling of shower that was brief, and that the only nearby thunderstorm that I noticed was at the end of the day to the northeast, which moved away. After thinking about the large number of blurry photos taken at the liquid mud and sticks pond, I started to wonder if perhaps it was because under the lower light conditions of the evening, the "Intelligent Auto" setting on the camera automatically increased the exposure time, which made things more sensitive to slight movements.

Now, I had to wait to see if I had another chance at another adventure before the start of Hunting Season on September 10'th. The weather turned cooler and unsettled again, but it looked like there was a couple of days, on the 8'th and 9'th, that were supposed to be plain sunny and warmer again, with no mention of any clouds! So, as long as the forecast held out, I eyed the 9'th of September for my final adventure of the year, and kept my fingers crossed!

[Boggy Man]

My September 9'th, 2026 Adventure, Part 1!

After my previous adventure, I wasn't certain whether it was going to be my last, or if I had one more chance! But then, the forecast for Vernon was calling for sunshine and 26˚C (79˚F) on Tuesday, September 8'th, and for sunshine and 27˚C (81˚F) on Wednesday, September 9'th, with cooler air moving in on the 10'th, which was also the first day of Hunting Season! So, it looked like Wednesday, September 9'th would be the perfect day to have my final adventure of the season, with at least one sunny warm day before it to get things pre-heated and also another day for things to dry out!

I had been concerned about some more rain we had, with another 3/4" of rain at home, which could have puddled on my bog again, like last time, or worse! The cooler weather since then was also a concern, since a short stretch of sunny warmer weather wouldn't be able to fully compensate for all the heat loss during the recent cooler weather and cold rain. However, it was better than nothing, with the two day break to sunnier, warmer weather just what I was looking for, and the sunny forecast for those two days held right up to early Tuesday morning! Perhaps for once, I could have a day not marred by clouds preventing me from sinking under on video! But then, while Tuesday morning's 5 am forecast still called for nothing but sunshine on Tuesday and Wednesday, Tuesday morning's 11 am forecast changed to a mix of sun and cloud Wednesday! So, now, it looked like my day's sinks might be marred with annoying clouds again! As for the Tuesday pre-heating, it clouded over, and then the Tuesday forecast was revised just after 2 pm to clouds and slight chance of showers! So, I was starting to feel uncertain whether or not I would be able to have a submergence sink again, spoiled for the second time in a row! Tuesday night, just in case I wasn't able to sink in my treacherous bog, I poured over Google Earth to refresh my memory of various trails that I had looked at last year, after my final bikeride of that year led to some wild goose chases due to me being unable to remember which trails led to places I wanted to go. So, if my bog was flooded, or it was too cold to sink at all, I had a backup plan for the day!

My brother dropped me off again in the usual spot, and the temperature was once again 16˚C (61˚F), although this time it was uniform from just outside the valley to the dropoff point. While there were no cattle there, I did notice a cowpie that looked a bit more recent, which seemed different from the past few years, since the cattle were usually rounded up by this time, since hunting season began the next day! After I tested my bike and made certain it survived the bumpy trip, my brother took off, I loaded my saddlebags, and was on my way, once again wearing my hooded jacket! The pizza box makeshift targets appeared to have been intact and not shot at yet, and I hoped no one would be doing target practice on this day before Hunting Season.

Wouldn't you know it, after I headed up the sideroad, I came across the cattle! I was hoping there wouldn't be any around, but now they were running up the sideroad ahead of me, with me wishing they would move off the road instead of being chased by me! But, they stuck to the road, running ahead of me, and then I started hoping that if they weren't going off to the side right away, that they would continue to stick to the road, and not go down the sidetrail to the north of the pond that I was going to take. But, wouldn't you know it, of all the places to finally turn off the road, they DID turn onto that sidetrail leading to the clearing north of the pond, and I had to try and walk my bike around splatters of cow droppings on the path! So, I wound up chasing them right into my area! They disappeared into the forest to the northwest of the pond, and I dropped my bike off in the usual spot. I decided not to take my bag of things to my bog, because it was still feeling too cool. I switched my memory cards in my camera and headed to the bog, wearing the camera case on my neck, and taking a bottle of Gatorade. When I reached the bog ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/UVReCnDj4tR3FUZS8 ), I was happy to see that there was even less water pooled there than last time, with only a tiny patch of water a few inches across on the north side! But there was a larger area on the north side with really loose mud on top, where (I believe) a muskrat had gouged several trails through it instead of just prints. I removed my shoes, got out my camera, and walked around the bog, taking photos of it from 4 sides, starting at 10:42 am:

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I sooooo badly wanted to strip down and jump in, but while the arrival temperature was the same as last time, this time the sun was behind clouds, and with no bright hot sun beating down, it was just too chilly to attempt. I also felt the cleanup water, and it felt a bit on the cool side, which meant that I had to wait until later before sinking. So, I headed back to my bike, putting my shoes back on in the process, and walked my bike to the sideroad and back to Crescent Road.

Now, it was time to head further west to check out trails that I studied on Google Earth the night before! I passed by the first pond south (actually southeast) of Crescent Road ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/1FVk6UpQ8q6dLb7C9 ), which was always full, only to see it low, with mud flats exposed, just barely visible through the alders and willows. But, there was a barbed wire fence there that looked new, so I never bothered to head down to it to take photos, since that would take up more time than I wanted. Instead, I continued onward, and the second pond ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/KTF89k5mbEq4R4YM7 ), that usually had mud exposed, looked mostly grassy, but any exposed mud would probably be thick/stiff and not interesting. Both places were in sight of the road, to some extent.

I followed the road where it turned north and branched onto Brewer Creek Road, and thought about going past the mining operation if it was deserted, but the "No Trespassing" sign made me nervous, and seeing equipment on the road, made me leery about approaching the area, although I did so last year. But then, last year it was on the weekend, while this was a weekday, so it was uncertain if it was actually deserted! The trails I wanted to revisit were sooo close, as well as the clearcut that would lead me to a lake that had no road access ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/BJDGZh1k3skZX3EF6 ), and sideroads leading to other locations ( such as https://maps.app.goo.gl/x4kFgcZCvutGbYjAA ). But, at the same time, there was another route to that same area that passed by meadows and bogs, that I was interested in visiting or revisiting for the first time in decades!

So, wanting to keep a clear conscience and avoid trespassing, although I was only going to be passing through, I decided to return to where Crescent Road continued to the west, and headed past Crescent Lake to the south ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/HyfX4G3mm6uABqVEA ) and further west to around Min Lake that was to the south ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/yMhscUxdA9GPvDXa6 ). There were lots of puddles on the road that I had to go around and walk my bike around, some of which were as wide as the road itself, from all the rain. I had it all figured out. I just had to look for a turnoff to the right, which would be the one to take ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/UA9VZNh1qT5PYhBf7 ) , but to be certain, I had to also find the turnoff to the left ( https://maps.app.goo.gl/cPAzforLokCmbqd17 ), which would lead to Wilma Lake far to the south. I was guessing which turnoff was which, and saw one to the right, which looked like it could be the one. But, I had to head further down the road to see if there was another turnoff to the south. Then, I came across a fork in the road, and I figured that the left fork was the one to Wilma Lake, and so, I backtracked to the turnoff to the north that I had passed.

I headed up the road, but something didn't seem right. I thought it would be going up a hill, have a fork, with a left turnoff leading to a clearcut and the right continuing on to where I wanted to go. Instead, it stayed low, went through thick forest, and as I continued on, it turned really messy, with mud and water and ruts, which I had to walk my bike around. I passed by two white bulls as well, which moved off to the side. The road didn't look at all what I had remembered it to be! But then, it had been decades since I was last up the road, although I remembered it to climb a hill, which I figured would be further up ahead. Then, I heard the sound of a hammer banging, and up ahead was a truck in the road, with a bearded man working on an excavator on the east side of the road. As I approached, he told me that this road was a dead end. When I described to him the road I was looking for, he told me that it was the next one over, which went up a hill. So, I turned around, and he went back to hammering on the bottom of his excavator. I passed the two bulls again, and returned to the main road. So, I had taken this wrong sideroad: https://maps.app.goo.gl/kEbuGdpnazXYZXuS7 !

When I reached the main road, I had a choice. It was finally starting to feel warmer, with the sun actually having come out from the clouds, and looked like it was going to be sunny after all, with only a few high clouds! So, I could continue down the road to check out the trails and all the places I missed last year, and miss out on my final sink(s) of the season (unless I found sinking spots in the areas I would be checking out), or I could head back to my bog, and start sinking right away! The decision was easy! I decided to return to my bog!

I ate a couple of Pizza Pops and a Sweet & Salty bar on the way back, happy to see that the sun was still shining nicely. When I passed by the pond south of Crescent Road that had some mud exposed, I decided to try and take photos through gaps in the willows and alders, starting at 12:57 pm (actually the third photo was taken before the second photo, but I chose to have them in spacial order instead of chronological):

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To Be Concluded...