New York State Route 250

New York State Route 250 (NY 250) is a north–south state highway in the eastern portion of Monroe County, New York, in the United States. It extends for just over 16 miles (26 km) from an intersection with NY 96 in the town of Perinton to a junction with Lake Road (former NY 18) near the Lake Ontario shoreline in the town of Webster. NY 250 passes through the villages of Fairport and Webster, where it meets NY 31F and NY 104, respectively. The highway is the easternmost north–south state route in Monroe County.

Most of the highway was taken over by the state of New York in the 1910s and 1920s. In 1908, the section of modern NY 250 in Fairport between Church and High Streets became part of Route 20, an unsigned legislative route assigned by the New York State Legislature. The definition of the route was altered in 1921, taking the route on a more southerly course that used the portion of what is now NY 250 between NY 31 and NY 31F instead through eastern Monroe County. NY 250 was assigned to its current alignment as part of the 1930 renumbering of state highways in New York.

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