Route Description
SR 128 begins at an intersection with U.S. Route 50 (US 50), in Cleves, on the west bank of the Great Miami River. The highway heads north as a two-lane highway passing through woodland and parallel to the river. The road curves northeast, before curving southeast, passing through commercial properties. The route curves northeast and has an interchange with Interstate 74 (I–74) and I–275. North of the interchange SR 128 curves due north passing through Miamitown. The highway curves northwest before leaving the town. The route heads northwest passing through a mix of farmland and woodland. The roadway enters Ross and begins a concurrency with SR 126. The concurrency passes through residential properties, with some commercial properties.
On the northeast side of Ross the road has an interchange with US 27, this interchange is the eastern end of SR 126 concurrency. The routes leaves Ross passing through woodland and farmland. The highway curves due north heading towards Hamilton. As the road enters Hamilton it passes through residential properties, before turning due east, crossing over the Great Miami River. After crossing the river the highway begins a concurrency with US 127. Both highways head north as a four-lane undivided highway, passing through residential and commercial properties. In downtown SR 128 turns southeast, concurrent with SR 129 and SR 177. The concurrency heads southeast as a four-lane undivided highway passing through both commercial and residential properties. SR 128 ends at an intersection with SR 4, in Hamilton. This intersection is also the southern terminus of SR 177.
SR 128 is not part of the National Highway System, a system of routes important to the nation's economy, mobility and defense.
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