White Rock Creek is a 30 mile (48.3 km) creek (cf. river) in the Elm Fork Trinity River watershed. From its headwaters near Frisco, Texas, it runs south-by-south-east through suburban Dallas for 23.5 miles (37.8 km) where it widens into White Rock Lake, then continues south for another 8 miles (12.9 km) to its mouth on the Trinity River, of which it is a major tributary.
Despite running through one of the most populous areas of the world, and flowing under many major roads and highways, its banks remain heavily wooded and undisturbed in many places and many local parks are situated among its watershed, which is generally considered to extend 2 to 2.5 miles (3.2 to 4 km) either side of its path.
At least eight "White Rock Creeks" exist in the Dallas metro area; this article describes the White Rock Creek of Collin County and Dallas County, Texas which feeds into White Rock Lake.
Read more about White Rock Creek: Course, Geology and Ecology
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