West Canada Creek - South Branch of The West Canada Creek

South Branch of The West Canada Creek

The south branch gets its start at T-lake, northwest of Piseco Lake. It travels southwest, through the town of Morehouse, and joins the main branch of the West Canada at Nobleboro. North of Rt 8 on Mountain Home Road is a man made lake called The Floe on the maps, but to the locals it is called Mountain Home Pond.

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