Route Description
Hylan Boulevard begins at Alice Austen House at the southeast end of Edgewater Street in Rosebank, its first major intersection coming at .2 miles (0.32 km), with Bay Street. It becomes divided by street markings at Tompkins Avenue, but then splits at .8 miles (1.3 km) and crosses the Staten Island Expressway over two separate overpasses.(one northbound, one southbound) Upon merging again, it becomes Steuben Street, and Hylan Boulevard continues east of there, snaking further through the neighborhood of Arrochar. Steuben meets Hylan again at 2.0 miles (3.2 km). Half a mile later, it intersects with Old Town Road and Quintard Street, at which point it begins a predominantly straight southward run. Major intersections following include Seaview Avenue (3.2 miles) and Midland Avenue (4.0 miles). At 4.6 miles (7.4 km), Hylan intersects with New Dorp Lane at what is known to be one of Staten Island's worst intersections in the way of traffic and traffic collisions. Continuing southwest from there, it reverse-curves at approximately 5.6 miles (9.0 km), and then continues straight southwest again. Major intersections include Tysens Lane (5.2 miles), Buffalo Street (6.1 miles) and Nelson Avenue (7.5 miles). At 8.2 miles (13.2 km), it intersects with Richmond Avenue, another major Island thoroughfare. Continuing, the last portion of divided roadway ends at Arden Avenue (8.7 miles), and the boulevard continues westward through the neighborhoods of the South Shore, ending at Conference House Park in Tottenville.
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