Route Description
NY 247 begins at an intersection with NY 364 in a creek valley northwest of the hamlet of Potter. While NY 364 runs east–west across the base of the valley, NY 247 heads to the northwest, paralleling NY 364 for 150 yards (137 m) as it gradually climbs the northern side of the gully. After reaching the top of the valley, NY 247 curves to the north and begins the north–south alignment that most of the remainder of the route follows. Continuing north, it traverses 2.5 miles (4.0 km) of open farmland on its way to the village of Rushville, located in both Yates and Ontario counties. NY 247 follows South Main Street through the Yates County portion of the village to Rushville's central business district, where it meets NY 245 at Gilbert Street. NY 245 joins NY 247 here, and both routes follow North Main Street into Ontario County.
Across the county line, the routes fork from North Main Street near the northern village line to follow Gorham Road northeast through the town of Gorham. After another 1 mile (1.6 km) of open farmland, NY 247 splits from NY 245 at a point known as Baldwin Corners. While NY 245 continues northeast toward Geneva, NY 247 heads north on a linear north–south alignment. This path takes NY 247 across another 4 miles (6 km) of cultivated fields to the small hamlet of Reed Corners, centered around the junction of NY 247 and County Road 18. Past Reed Corners, NY 247 traverses slightly more populated areas as it enters the town of Hopewell, the last town along the route. NY 247 ends just 0.5 miles (0.8 km) north of the town line at an intersection with US 20 and NY 5 3 miles (5 km) southeast of Canandaigua.
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