New York State Route 79

New York State Route 79 (NY 79) is an east–west state highway in the Southern Tier of New York, in the United States. The western terminus of the route is at the intersection with NY 414 near the southern end of Seneca Lake just northeast of Watkins Glen. Its eastern terminus is at the Pennsylvania state line in the town of Windsor in Broome County, where it connects to Pennsylvania Route 92 (PA 92). NY 79 passes through three regions; it starts in the Finger Lakes region, runs through Central New York and ends on the western fringes of the Catskills. The route is signed east–west, but from Whitney Point to the state line it runs in a north–south orientation and is signed north-south a few miles south of the Center Village, a hamlet that is a few miles south of Harpursville.

Portions of NY 79 parallel waterways. Between Whitney Point and Chenango Forks, it runs along the eastern bank of the Tioughnioga River. From the town of Colesville to the Pennsylvania border, NY 79 runs along the western bank of the Susquehanna River. NY 79 also begins adjacent to Seneca Lake and passes near Cayuga Lake.

NY 79 serves the city of Ithaca and connects to three Interstate Highways: Interstate 81 (I-81) near Whitney Point; I-86 in the village of Windsor; and I-88 in Harpursville. The route also passes through the villages of Lisle and Burdett.

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