You would have to ask why him and his mate were trying to do a ‘Jesus’ and walk on water. Look at the ground, the vegetation, the colours and that bright green stuff. It all screams out that there’s some serious bog about. I’ve fallen in enough times, in as deep as the manly parts, to learn to read the ground and prod it with those long pointy sticks I carry. Now it’s just the odd boot full of water.
It actually happened to me, once. One February back in the 70’s a party of us were lucky enough to get a midweek slot at the CIC hut on the north side of Ben Nevis, we had three days of memorable ice climbing then the radio warned us of an approaching blizzard so we packed up and evacuated. On the way down the snow and ice gave way and I found myself waist deep in mud. With the snow falling thickly nobody saw me, but fortunately I was wearing a pack frame so I wriggled out of it, put it in front of me, and climbed out over it. I remember on the return journey we only got across Rannoch Moore because we followed two snowploughs operating in tandem. Happy days!
Yes, I did wonder why it was being photographed and the possibility of it being “fake news”.
I was trying to think how many times I have been up to the knee in bog and recalled getting a good wet bootful on the way up Aran Fawddwy GW/NW-007 back in 2007 when I was with John GW4BVE. I did get up to the knee in the smelly black stuff on Cracoe Fell G/NP-032 and probably on a couple of other outings when I have stood on a rock that has shifted and dumped my foot into the mire. The only “up to the backside” outing was on Black Hill G/SP-002 when the white stuff was rather deep - but oh what fun!
My quick research tells that you cannot sink and disappear in a bog, because the specific density of the mud-water mixture is greater than that of a human being, so you may die from swallowing mud and water, drown when unconscious, get bitten by mosquitos, but not sink and disappear as in a horror movie. At least that is what e.g. ZEIT ONLINE | Lesen Sie zeit.de mit Werbung oder im PUR-Abo. Sie haben die Wahl. tells (in German).
I must admit that my worst fear in the North Pennines is accidentally finding an old mineshaft by falling in it. Some were covered over with wood many years ago and now look like grassy peat on the surface, but have a large hole underneath. They are usually given away by the shape of the ground nearby, which may be doughnut shaped… Most are not mapped… usually sheep manage to find them first and at that stage they are capped. I would guess that most fells round here will have tens if not hundreds of holes…I suppose that is what you get when living in a house built in the 1850’s for London Lead for the level about 50m away!
During a sweep of the down flow areas of Mt. St. Helens’ second eruption my brother sunk down to his waist in pumice and ash. The edges of the flow close to land had dried and appeared firm enough for our search efforts. Unfortunately he stepped a few inches to far and punched through the dried surface to the mud below. I found a sizable tree limb and was able to extract him. Appearances can be deceiving.
Had a few scary moments on The Hoove G/NP-024 whilst it’s been snowed over had to pull myself out with hiking poles, think Bear Grylls done a scene in the Highlands of how to get out from a bog. (Probably went to the hotel afterwards)
My worst fear is camping for the night and nipping down to the pub for a pint only to end up in a pub like this.