dʒˈʌst aʊtsˈaɪd wˈaɪtzvɪl, ðə smˈɔːl, nˈæɹoʊ vˈæli ɡˈɪvz wˈeɪ tʊ ɐ wˈaɪdɚ wˈʌn sɚɹˈaʊndɪŋ kɹˈaɪdɚ kɹˈiːk ɪtsˈɛlf, ænd ˌɛnwˈaɪ tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈoːɹɾi ˈeɪt tˈɜːnz ˈiːstwɚd ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈæɾɚ vˈæli tʊ ˈɛntɚ wˈaɪtzvɪl æz mˈeɪn stɹˈiːt.
Just outside Whitesville, the small, narrow valley gives way to a wider one surrounding Cryder Creek itself, and NY 248 turns eastward into the latter valley to enter Whitesville as Main Street.