Route Description
NY 124 begins at a junction with NY 137 (Stone Hill Road / Westchester Avenue) in the town and hamlet of Pound Ridge. NY 124 proceeds eastward along Salem Road through Pound Ridge as a two-lane wooded residential street. The route bends northward through Pound Ridge, following the same backdrop west of Trinity Lake past some power lines and into a junction with Donbrook Road. The route bends northeast, passing a pond and a commercial business next to some residences before intersecting with Kitchawan Road, which connects NY 124 to NY 123 in the nearby town of Lewisboro. After Kitchawan Road, NY 124 bends northwest along a long stretch of residences, passing west of Lake Kitchawan after straightening to the north.
Continuing north through Pound Ridge, NY 124 remains the two-lane Salem Road, passing multiple residences on each side. The route bends northwest again, entering the hamlet of Boutonville. Boutonville consists of two intersections and few houses as NY 124 crosses through the center and is now in the town of Lewisboro. North of Boutonville, NY 124 retains its Salem Road moniker through Lewisboro, intersecting with NY 983D (signed as a spur of NY 124), which connects to NY 35. Meanwhile, NY 124 bends to the northwest, along Spring Street South, crossing one business before intersecting with NY 35 (Cross River Road) in Lewisboro. This junction serves as the northern terminus of NY 124.
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