Route Description
Pennsylvania Route 982 begins at U.S. Route 119 near Moyer. From there, it runs northeast across rural Fayette and Westmoreland counties, meeting Pennsylvania Route 31 and crossing the Pennsylvania Turnpike without access. The route intersects Pennsylvania Route 130 about two miles (3 km) southeast of Pleasant Unity, Pennsylvania. The route then passes through Youngstown, and then meets U.S. Route 30 at a cloverleaf interchange. The route runs along the eastern end of Latrobe, Pennsylvania and through McChesneytown. Route 982 then ends at U.S. Route 22 and U.S. Route 119 near Blairsville. Before the construction of the Conemaugh Dam, Route 982 used to occupy Livermore Road, across from its current terminus, and continued on, crossing the Conemaugh River at Livermore, Pennsylvania and connecting with PA 217 a few miles north in Indiana County. Remnants of this section, before Newport Road, can still be seen at the Virginia Farms tract, which is owned by the Army Corp. of Engineers for flood control, and leased to the Game Commission for public use. A small parking spot next to the gate provides easy access, and the remaining surface is well intact, running all the way to the Conemaugh River, at the former site of Fillmore, Pa, on the opposite side from Livermore. This area (Virginia Farms), has a rich history dating back to colonial settlement, and along the former surface, foundations as well as a small bridge crossing a creek can still be seen.
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