Jewel OF THE SWAMP

摘要

AS I DRIVE the 200 miles from my house in northwestern South Carolina to Francis Beidler Forest, in Harleyville, in the south-central part of the Palmetto State, a soft but confident female voice leads the way. "In half a mile," it tells me, "turn right, then a slight left."The omniscient mandate is rarely wrong, and I put full trust in my digital copilot. I even programmed my GPS to dictate in a British accent because it sounds more credible.