Soda Creek

Some articles on soda creek, creek:

Chilcotin (sternwheeler)
... The Chilcotin sternwheeler was built for the Soda Creek to Fort George route of the upper Fraser River ... She was built at Soda Creek in the winter of 1909 and ’10, just down from where the BC Express Company happened to be building the BX ... This rumor spread far past the town of Soda Creek and soon the employees of the BC Express Company found themselves being consoled by their friends and ...
BX (sternwheeler) - Maiden Voyage
... The BX was launched at Soda Creek on Friday May 13, 1910, without ceremony ... She left Soda Creek for her first trip upstream on May 23, leaving at the break of day and arriving in Quesnel at 11 am ... Captain Browne made semi-weekly trips between Quesnel and Soda Creek until June 23 when he decided that the BX was ready for testing in the two canyons between Quesnel and Fort George, the Cottonwood Canyon ...
Soda Creek/Deep Creek Band
... The Soda Creek/Deep Creek Band is a First Nations government of the Secwepemc (Shuswap) Nation, located in the Cariboo region of the Central Interior ... In the Shuswap language, Soda Creek is called Xats'ull, while Deep Creek is Cmetem' ...
Cascadia State Park - Hiking Trails
... The one mile Soda Creek Falls Trail follows Soda Creek to Lower Soda Creek Falls ...

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