Usually I walk into nipple-high water because there, in a sitting position, I get the mono more easily on my feet. But when I slightly bent over backwards, the weight of my bottle made me lose my balance and I let go of the monofin. I saw it sliding into the murky water and away it was.
In all kinds of ways I searched, in ever-widening circles, along the high water line, in that part of the bay where the water flows out fastest, but the mono had vanished without a trace. Somebody jokingly said that Dusty might bring the mono back, but one cannot count on that.