Route Description
NY 380 began at the modern intersection of NY 60 and CR 44 in the Ellicott community of Kimball Stand. The route proceeded west along modern CR 44 to what is now CR 380, where it turned north to join the current alignment of CR 380. NY 380 left the vicinity of Kimball Stand and headed northwest along the base of a valley surrounding Cassadaga Creek to the hamlet of Towerville, where it intersected with CR 59 and CR 48. After leaving Towerville, Route 380 went northward into the town of Ellery. Here, it intersected CR 52 and CR 66 in Redbird, a community in the extreme northeastern corner of the town.
The route continued past Redbird into the town of Stockton, where it left Cassadaga Creek and headed uphill as it curved to the west. In Centralia, NY 380 met CR 54 and CR 57 at a four-way intersection. Here, NY 380 turned back to the north and descended into another valley surrounding the Bear Lake Outlet. The route crossed the outlet and followed the waterway into the hamlet of Stockton, centered around the intersection between NY 380 and NY 424 (now part of CR 58).
NY 380 continued to run along the Bear Lake Outlet to a junction known as Kelly Corners southeast of Bear Lake. At this point, NY 380 turned westward and crossed over the outlet on its way to a more isolated area of the town. It intersected CR 37 before curving back to the north and passing through the town of Portland on its way into the village of Brocton. Here, NY 380 overlapped with US 20 for about 0.25 miles (0.40 km) before exiting the village. NY 380 crossed over the New York State Thruway (Interstate 90) just before it came to an end at an intersection with NY 5 on the southern shore of Lake Erie. Lake Erie State Park is about a few hundred feet up the road on NY 5 eastbound.
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