Lindbergh Boulevard - Highway

Highway

Lindbergh Blvd is signed as US 67 for most of its length and additionally as US 61 south of I-64 and US 40. However, between Lemay Ferry Rd and its southern terminus at I-255, it carries only US 50. Traveling north, at Lemay Ferry Rd, it picks up US 61 and US 67 at Lemay Ferry Rd while the latter continues as Route 267. It loses US 50 to I-44, at which point US 61 and US 67 continue north as Kirkwood Rd after the suburb they pass through. The name Lindbergh Blvd is resumed north of Route 100. Shortly thereafter comes the interchange with I-64 and US 40 where US 61 is lost to them traveling westbound. The remainder of Lindbergh Blvd, signed only as US 67, travels north through various communities before turning eastward north of I-270. From Florissant northward, US 67 continues as Highway 67 North, discontinuing the Lindbergh name. US 67 continues northeast towards the northern terminus of Route 367.

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