Description
- Russell County
SR 67 begins at State Route 80 east of the town of Honaker. From there it heads in a general northeasterly direction to the Clinch River at Gardner. SR 67 follows the Clinch River to the settlement of Swords Creek and then heads north next to Swords Creek to Dye. There it curved gradually east along a smaller creek, crosses a summit, and runs alongside other creeks to the county line at West Raven.
- Tazewell County
SR 67 rejoins the Clinch River at Raven, following an old alignment of U.S. Route 460 to Doran. It then heads east on US 460 and U.S. Route 460 Business into downtown Richlands. SR 67 leaves Richlands to the north, running alongside Big Creek past Seaboard and Coaldan to near Jewell Ridge, rising onto Smith Ridge (the Tennessee Valley Divide) and ending at State Route 616 at the Buchanan County line. (SR 616 runs along the county line at the top of the ridge.)
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