Crossing the narrow bridge over Callawassie Creek that leads from Okatie, South Carolina, to Spring Island feels like driving over a Narnian threshold to wonder. Old-growth maritime forests of live oaks and tall pines dapple sunlight onto the understory saw palmettos and the two-lane below. Spanish moss, cast like one massive shrimp net, drapes everything. Amid this primordial landscape unmarred by billboards or commercial buildings, a small sign announcing FOX SQUIRREL CROSSING is about the only hint
