Route Description
The LaSalle Expressway begins at a trumpet interchange with I-190 in eastern Niagara Falls. It heads east from the junction as a four-lane freeway, passing through a predominantly residential area of the city. Not far from I-190, the highway connects to a spur leading south to the east end of the Robert Moses State Parkway, which serves as a riverside connector between the LaSalle Expressway and downtown Niagara Falls. The LaSalle continues on, connecting to 77th Street by way of a diamond interchange and Cayuga Drive with a partial diamond interchange before crossing over Cayuga Creek. About a quarter-mile (0.4 km) from the creek, the neighborhoods that had lined the highway abruptly end as the LaSalle Expressway passes through the remnants of the abandoned Love Canal neighborhood.
At the eastern edge of the neighborhood, the expressway's four lanes narrow to two as the highway crosses into Wheatfield and follows what had intended to be exit ramps to an intersection with Williams Road (unsigned NY 952V) in a mostly commercial area of the town. The LaSalle Expressway ends here, with Williams Road providing access to NY 265 and NY 384 to the south and U.S. Route 62 (US 62) and the Niagara Falls International Airport in the north. A pair of stubs exist at the point where the expressway narrows to two lanes, a remnant of the original plans to continue the highway further eastward.
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