In 2018, he lined 22 miles in 48 hours, with no luck. In 2019, after one other unsuccessful day left him bodily and emotionally exhausted, his girlfriend, Lisa, steered they head again through a stretch of sand close to Payne’s Dock. There, Lisa casually discovered an orb hidden in an outdated tire.
“I now believe it’s more about karma than data,” stated Mr. Holbrook, 52, a advertising and marketing director from South Weymouth, Mass. “Was this little stretch of sand on my heat map? No way. Was this little treasure meant to be found by Lisa? Absolutely.”
This is a standard theme of orbivore tales: The floats seem whenever you least anticipate them to, or whenever you’ve misplaced your will, or whenever you want somewhat wink from the universe.
Last winter, Isaac Ariel, 67, a retired I.T. skilled and Block Island resident, casually discovered a No. 61 float on the seaside, two days earlier than the 61st birthday of his orbivore spouse, Susan.
“Finding a float is a bit like finding love,” stated Ms. Holmes, a retired educator from Newburyport, Mass., who honeymooned on the island. “You have to be open to it and not try too hard, but then when the moment is right it finds you.”
Ms. Holmes, who can also be a hider, discovered her first float unexpectedly after days of intensely scouring the paths. She noticed a snake within the grass one afternoon. After a short second of panic, she realized it was wrapped round a float, prefer it was some type of glass apple within the Garden of Eden.