On Saturday, August 14'th, 8 days after my previous adventure, I had my next one! Because of my parents being away, I had to bike up into the mountains on my own, expending a fair bit more time and energy than my previous bikerides this year. But, by the time I reached the regular "drop-off" point, it was some time around 12:30 pm, which was roughly close to the time that I was dropped off the last time, when my uncertainty about going cost me an entire morning. I was deeply concerned about getting knee pain returning, but leg cramps always seemed to be the norm whenever I biked all the way up on my own. So, because of that, I didn't hold too much hope for shooting any sinking videos this time, since I would likely be unable to complete any scenes due to the painful leg seizures.
But, there was always some hope. 
It wasn't until I reached the turnoff to Crescent Road, that it happened!
My right leg seized up just as I was about to make the climb up the steep initial part of Crescent Road! I had to instead walk my bike up, and when I tried to bike again, the leg seized up painfully again! But, after the steepest part, I was able to resume biking, and the cramps subsided. I noticed many more tire tracks on the road, and wondered what the extra activity was about. Then, as I got closer to the pond, I noticed many more cattle in the area than before, making me suspect that cattle truck(s) were bringing up more cattle into the area, making me concerned about any falling into my pit, which would put it out of commission, and bring attention to it in terms of animal rescue! At the side trail leading to the north side of the pond, there were a few cattle, but I walked my bike around them so that they would head away from where I was headed. Then, I laid my bike beside some trees, got my things, and was ready to roll! 
I had been a bit concerned about one night of rain that happened between the previous bikeride and this one, but was happy to see that the water was lower than last time!
There was more mud exposed, and even the top of my sinking spot didn't have a wet, mushy film on top either! It looked perfect for a video, but I decided not to, because of the threat of leg cramps ruining the action. Instead, I planned on having a nice underbog sink with my swim goggles and a pvc pipe breathing tube. But first, I took a couple of pix of the sinking spot to show how it looked this time, and noticed that something had left a trail through the mud:I got undressed, applied insect repellent to my head, including my hair, put my swim goggles on my forehead, grabbed my breathing tube and jumped in from the south side, facing north, away from the sun. I landed in up to somewhere between my stomach and chest, with the mire farting around me. I slowly sunk deeper, monitoring my legs for any sign of cramps. But, they felt fine, and I was starting to wonder if I should have shot a video after all. I had already disturbed the surface, so I couldn't get out, clean up and then shoot my sink over again, without making the entire surface uniformly mushed. So, I just continued, deciding to try for a shoot later on in the afternoon, just like last time.
I laid the breathing tube down on the surface in front of me, but to my right, and continued to enjoy the sink into the thicker doughier ooze, which rose over my armpits. Because it was still early in the afternoon, and we were just recovering back to the hot weather again, the mud felt a little cool higher up, and the heat in the air wasn't quite as strong as I would have preferred. But, it was still quite enjoyable.
I worked my arms into the mud, and struggled, the thick ooze closing over my shoulders, and rising to my chin. I continued to work myself down deeper, and was happy that the leg cramps weren't really a problem.
I had to tilt my head back as the mire rose up to my mouth, and then had to put on my swim goggles. I held onto the breathing tube, as the mire rose even higher, with a ring of black closing in from the sides over me, making my view of the blue sky get smaller and smaller. As the mire closed over my face, I then wiped it from my mouth and inserted the breathing tube in my mouth.I pulled myself under, breathing through the tube, and mostly exhaling through the mud, although I was also able to exhale through the breathing tube, since it wasn't too long. My exhaled breath through the mire was a constant hissing sound, but as I got deeper, it became more broken. I did notice that I could start to feel some leg cramps, but they weren't very bad, and seemed to go away with not too much problem. However, I had been concerned about the fact that I had just eaten two pizza pops on the way up, which were sitting in my stomach, and sure enough, I had such a strong bloated feeling that I couldn't stay under that deep for too much longer.
So, I had to rise back to the surface, where my legs not only felt better, but my stomach did, as well. After letting out some burps, I felt not as bloated, and was ready to go back down. But, the taped end of my breathing tube, the end I stuck in my mouth was all caked in mud, which I had trouble wiping away.
So, I inserted the other end, hoping not to chip a tooth on the hard pvc pipe, and went back under the surface, to enjoy being in the underbog world again.However, while my stomach felt a bit better, it was still not the best, and some mud had gotten inside the breathing tube, which was falling into my mouth. So, I decided to cut my underbog experience short, and rose back to the surface. I tossed the breathing tube aside, and did one more brief submergence, pulling myself under while holding my breath, pausing, and then working my way back to the surface to breathe. I wiped the mud away from my swim goggles to let me see light, and then from the rest of my head. But, when I wiped it from my hair, it started to feel cooler from the evaporation. I removed the swim goggles and tossed them to the grass to the west, near my breathing tube. I then worked myself up into a horizontal position, and began to lay on the surface, mushing it up and struggling there, noticing how the top felt nice and warm from the sun, especially the undisturbed stuff. I mushed up the north side, but had just worked myself over through the sticky goo to the south side, and lay down on it, facing east, when I heard a low flying airplane!
I quickly made it to solid ground on the south side, and dashed into a clump of alders until it passed by, overhead. I then returned to the bog, and enjoyed laying down on its warm surface, before mushing it all up nicely. I struggled vertically as well, but with no more submergences, and enjoyed the experience, even though things hadn't heated up yet as much as I would have liked.So, I worked myself out, wiping the mud from my body as I went, and headed to the pond, where I waded just past the mat of rushes, to a small patch of open water amongst the pondweeds. But, the water was also not fully warmed up yet, with the layer of warm water on top being not as thick as I had hoped. But, I managed to clean my head, where the mud had begun to dry up, and upper body, rubbing vigorously to remove the brown scum that always stuck to my skin when the mud got thick. I also got my breathing tube and swim goggles cleaned up nicely, with the swim goggles hanging on a dead alder tree branch to dry out.
With my upper body cleaned, I put on my glasses, and headed to the south end, where I once again had a stimulating horizontal struggle in the gooey clay on the west side of the smaller pond there. But, as before, I always started feeling less chilled, until I went into that clay, which was shaded by alders, and appeared to be spring-fed. So, every time I finished, I was back to being quite chilled again, but its feel was too alluring to pass up!
I finished the cleanup in that smaller pond, and returned to my things, air-dried, and got dressed. I wanted to wait an hour, until 4:30 pm before having my sinking video, the same time I did the video last time. I would be warmed up by then, and raring to go! So, I grabbed my things, and on the way to my bike, I set the stuff down in the grass and decided to take a few more pictures of some of the mud that was exposed around the area:
Looking roughly eastward at the site where Booby Trap was filmed a year before! Taken at 3:34 pm.
Looking roughly eastward at the patches of exposed mud on the north end of the pond, in the general area where a few scenes were filmed a year before, such as Answering The Call and Bikini Bog Babes. Weeds have been continuing to take over since. Taken at 3:39 pm.
This time, the mud was thicker, and the wrinkled elephant-skin-like surface heaved and pulsated around me, as the doughy ooze slowly sucked me down deeper! This time, as the mire closed over my head, I never dug out the mud, opting for a sooner final closure of the bog, allowing me some time to film more of the escape afterwards before the 8m, 20s approximate time limit for 720p videos was reached for QuickTime Motion-JPEG movies on that camera. Instead, I tried working myself up a little before it started closing over me again, and my breathing started to become more of a rushing sound as the suffocating muck closed tighter over my face. Finally, I took a deep breath, and pulled myself all the way under, slowly retracted my hands down to join me beneath the wrinkled surface of the doughy paste, and blew some bubbles which hissed to the surface this time because the mire was so thick. I felt that I could have done better if I had pulled my head down even deeper. But, it was too late for that. Holding still, I did a very rapid count to 10 before working my head to the surface, wiping the mud away from my face as I inhaled some air, getting a little bit of mud in my mouth, which I spat out as I caught my breath. I was back in the world of the breathing again!
I would find out later. I noticed that the shadows were indeed sweeping over the area of the bog, something that annoyed me in the past as it got late in the season. I pulled the stick with the camera mounted on it out of the ground, and set it down with my things, with the camera laying on my clothes.
