New York State Route 256 (NY 256) is a north–south state highway located within Livingston County, New York, in the United States. It extends for 21.08 miles (33.92 km) across mostly rural terrain from an intersection with NY 63 in the village of Dansville to a junction with NY 15 on the Geneseo–Livonia town line. The northern half of NY 256, named West Lake Road, passes along the western shore of Conesus Lake. NY 256 was assigned as part of the 1930 renumbering of state highways in New York to an alignment extending from Groveland to modern U.S. Route 20A (US 20A) west of Lakeville. It was extended north to its current northern terminus c. 1940 and south to Dansville in stages during the 1930s and 1940s.
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