In 2018, he coated 22 miles in 48 hours, with no luck. In 2019, after one other unsuccessful day left him bodily and emotionally exhausted, his girlfriend, Lisa, instructed they head again by way of 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 There, Lisa casually discovered an orb hidden in an outdated tire.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,” mentioned Mr. Holbrook, 52, a advertising 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 typical theme of orbivore tales: The floats seem while you least anticipate them to, or while you’ve misplaced your will, or while you want just a little 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 seashore, two days earlier than the 61st birthday of his orbivore spouse, Susan.
“Finding a float is a bit like finding love,” mentioned 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 form of glass apple within the Garden of Eden.