New York State Route 175

New York State Route 175 (NY 175) is a west–east state highway located in Onondaga County, New York, in the United States. The 15.46-mile (24.88 km) route begins at an intersection with U.S. Route 20 (US 20) east of the village of Skaneateles and passes through the village of Marcellus before ending at a junction with US 11 in Syracuse. The highway was designated in the 1930 renumbering of state highways in New York.

The section of Route 175 from the town of Marcellus to the end of the Route 173 concurrency is part of the Seneca Turnpike, which was established in 1800 and dissolved in 1852. This portion of the Seneca Turnpike was instrumental in the development of the villages of Skaneateles and Marcellus. When designated in 1930, Route 175 was on a rural stretch of highway connecting Marcellus to Onondaga, and brought about an increase in population and development along its route.

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