I targeted Friday, August 6'th for my next adventure, because they were predicting sunny skies with a high of 28˚C, or 82.4˚F! But, that morning, the forecast changed, calling for sunshine in the morning, becoming a mix of sun and clouds in the afternoon, with 60% chance of thunderstorms with a threat of hail and winds gusting to 70 kph, or 43.5 mph!
So, I let the morning go by because I noticed clouds to the southeast and to the west, but after I had a bit more sleep in the morning, the clouds had gone! But, however, the air went from clear at 7 am to totally smoky by 10 am! The loss of visibility made it difficult to see what the clouds were doing at first, but I did make out some thunderheads to the southeast, which made me doubt going anywhere at all. 
But, I noticed that they quickly moved off to the east or northeast, as indicated by satellite imagery and radar imagery! 
So, after studying the skies, satellite and radar imagery all morning and hemming and hawing, I finally decided to go for it, since the weather was going to turn cooler and showerier over the next several days. My parents were also going on a trip for around 10 days, meaning my next opportunity later next week would involve me having to bike into the mountains on my own, and risk knee pain on the way up, and painful cramps in every leg muscle imaginable during my sinks! So, I couldn't wait to get a lift into the mountains by my dad, and sink into my Crescent Road pond bog again, seeing how much thicker it has become, mush up the surface to improve its surface texture, and finally shoot a video of a sink ! So, I was dropped off in the very early afternoon by my dad, noticing a few small discarded marijuana plants laying on the side of the road.
It felt not as warm as I had thought, and the smoke-filtered sun kept on going behind clouds that I hoped wouldn't turn into thunderstorms. Luckily, they kept on building and breaking up, and moving by. 
I had anticipated having an off-camera underbog sink using either the breathing hose which I had to retrieve from its hiding spot on a beaver lodge by the northeast part of the pond, or a breathing tube (pvc pipe) that I brought along from home. I also took along my swim goggles and some other things, and headed to my sinking spot, noticing how the water levels did drop a bit, exposing more mud around the area.
My sinking spot was still exposed, but once again, it had a thin film of mushy, wetter mud on top, likely because of a thundershower that passed through the previous day (I noticed some puddles on the main roads coming up). I could see how the rain had started to level out the irregularities of the surface that I had made last time. Because it still felt a bit on the marginal side temperature-wise, due to the smoky haze making the sunlight orangy, as well as the clouds that the sun kept on going behind, I decided not to bother with an underbog sink, instead opting for just a chest-deep sink to mix the mud nicely, whipping the surface up into a real nice gooey mess for the video later on. I swapped SDHC cards in my camera, to keep my sinking stuff separate from the other stuff.I took some pictures of the state of the mud before I began my work:
I got undressed, and kept my glasses on, since I wasn't going under this time. Crouching on the north edge, I tested the thickness of the mire by stretching my legs over the mire, and placing my feet down onto the surface before standing up, to see how far I plunge down and how high I can carefully stand in it before the steady sink occurs. It turned out that that starting point was my waist, which I immediately plunged down to, so it was not as thick as I had hoped, but definitely thicker than before!
I struggled, and savored the sink into the soft, but slightly thicker muck, with a dark brown upper surface that rose to my chest. I struggled, and then gradually worked my arms down into the mire, the surface closing over them. I proceeded to mush up the mud around me into a real pasty goo, working my body almost horizontal as I made swimming motions to break up the surface and mix it in. I also noticed that it was thicker around the edges and softer in the center, so I dragged thicker stuff from the sides towards the center, and evened out the resulting depressions on the edges. Once I was finished, I laid on my stomach, facing west, loving the feel of resting on my gooey, muddy "waterbed", the upper part of the mire feeling nice and warm on my body, meaning that some sunshine was actually working to warm the mud! I pushed my arms straight down, feeling the coolness deeper down, and struggled there, imagining that I was going to be sucked under, and didn't have anything to push down on to get up! After laying on my stomach for a brief time, I worked myself over to the north side, swishing mud from in front of me to behind me to keep it from bunching up between me and the edge. I wiped mud off my body and back into the bog as I dragged myself up higher and higher until I was sitting on the edge. I worked my legs and feet out, wiping the mud back into the bog, making certain I left no imprints in the mud, before finally cleaning up.I headed to the south side, where there was a tinier pond, and stopped at the pasty clay on the western shoreline, to have another stimulating
horizontal struggle in its sticky thick gooeyness, first sinking my bent knees into the thick dough up to my crotch, and then my hands and arms in front of me, my stomach and chest starting to come into contact with the sticky surface, imagining that I was stuck and going to be sucked under! After that, I headed to the south side, where I cleaned up, finding myself feeling a bit chilled, making me wonder if I was going to be able to have a second sink. I returned to my things, got dressed, and on my way back to the north side, took a picture of some exposed mud on the western shore:I put my breathing hose back in its hiding place at a beaver lodge on the east shore of the northern part of the pond, and as I headed towards my bike, I snapped another picture:
I put my things back into my saddlebags and took off for an hour, to let myself warm up, deciding to head up Crescent Road, to look at the area, since I hadn't been up there in quite some time. I discovered that there was a second roadside beaver pond to the west of the first that I had seen last time, to the south of the road, and this second one had some mud exposed, but it was also in view of the road. I decided to take a picture of it on the way back. I headed up to the lake that I believed to be Crescent Lake, and walked westward along a tiny part of its northern boggy shoreline, noticing the odd patch of mud here and there, but nothing much of interest. Feeling nicely warmed up, I headed back, briefly checking the beginning of another sideroad and noticing it branched in two directions, one heading south uphill, and the other heading west or northwest, following a marshy, willowy stream that fed the two ponds I had seen from the roadside. With that brief check of the road, I headed back, stopping at the other beaver pond, and took a picture of the band of black mud exposed there, although it did have some eroded tracks in it:
I continued to work myself up and make my way to the north side, where I dragged myself out, wiping the mud off as I went, sitting down on the edge, and pulling out my legs and feet and wiping the mud off them. I was now free of the thick, sticky slimy ooze!