East Branch Octoraro Creek
The East Branch Octoraro Creek, 18.1 miles (29.1 km) long, starts at Christiana, Pennsylvania, created by the confluence of Williams Run and Pine Creek, which carries the Lancaster - Chester County border for about a mile. The East Branch continues the border with Lancaster County to the west and Chester County on the east bank. The branch enters a steep wooded valley and passes under the Mercer's Mill Covered Bridge at Bailey Crossroads Road. The branch continues through the valley which widens out near Steelville. The branch loops through another steep valley north of Homeville, which widens out before the creek passes under PA Route 896 at Andrews Bridge. Muddy Run joins the East Branch from the east out of its own set of steep valleys. The East Branch widens out into the eastern part of Lake Octoraro about 3 miles (5 km) northwest of Oxford, Pennsylvania. Along the east branch of the lake is the Girl Scouts' Camp Tweedale.
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