Virginia State Route 33 (SR 33) is a primary state highway in the U.S. state of Virginia. The state highway runs 72.23 miles (116.24 km) from U.S. Route 33 and US 250 in Richmond, Virginia east to Chesapeake Boulevard in Stingray Point. SR 33 is a state-numbered eastward extension of US 33 that connects Richmond with West Point and the Middle Peninsula, one of three large peninsulas on the west side of the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia. The state highway is a major thoroughfare in the downtown and East End areas of Richmond. SR 33 serves a suburban area in eastern Henrico County before running concurrently with US 60, Interstate 64 (I-64), and SR 30 east toward West Point. The state highway heads from West Point through Saluda, east of which SR 33 serves as the main highway of Middlesex County.
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