Description
- Scott County
SR 72 begins at State Route 71 at Slabtown, east of Gate City. It heads north across the Moccasin Ridge via some small creek valleys and crosses Copper Creek at Williams Mill. SR 72 continues north across Copper Ridge and into the Clinch River valley, where it meets State Route 65. SR 65 and SR 72 overlap, paralleling the Clinch River to Dungannon. After the two routes split, SR 72 continues to follow the river to the northeast, but then splits in order to cross Stone Mountain.
- Wise County
The land flattens out near the county line, and SR 72 continues northwest and north across the Guest River and past Maytown to State Route 158 in Coeburn. SR 72 turns west with SR 158, formerly U.S. Route 58 Alternate until the bypass was built, and then splits to the north. It runs alongside small creeks, passing Bondtown and Cranes Nest on its way to Fuller Gap, where it crosses Guest Mountain and the Tennessee Valley Divide. It then descends through small creek valleys and alongside the Cranes Nest River to the county line.
- Dickenson County
SR 72 continues along the Cranes Nest River, but splits to cross a small ridge at Hibbitts Gap. Then it continues northerly alongside small creeks, past Darwin to its end at State Route 83 at Georges Fork, west of Clintwood.
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