50th Street / Minnehaha Park (Metro Transit Station)
50th Street/Minnehaha Park is a light rail station on the Hiawatha Line in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It is the eleventh stop southbound.
This station is located on the southwest corner on the intersection of 50th Street with Minnesota State Highway 55 (Hiawatha Avenue), in the Minnehaha neighborhood. This is a side-platform station. Service began at this station when the Hiawatha Line opened on June 26, 2004.
Early on in the design process, there had been some consideration of the idea to use a small existing rail station on the other side of the highway for this stop. The Minnehaha Depot, also known as the "Princess Depot," had been built in 1875 and was used for a variety of purposes over the years. The Milwaukee Road used it for a time, and it was part of the local streetcar system for many years.
Just north of this station is a short tunnel under Minnehaha Parkway.
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