A Noah’s Ark for Turtles
It’s impossible not to wonder what’s going on at the compound in Cross, South Carolina, an hour north of Charleston. The one off of a gravel road in the thick of loblolly pines, with the razor-wire fence and the CAUTION and BEWARE OF DOG signs, the big guard dogs glaring through the posts. Locals speculate about its mysteries, but behind the spiked gates lies not a drug den, or a secret government experiment, but an ark: a crucial
