Forest Hills (MBTA Station)

Forest Hills (MBTA Station)

Forest Hills Station is a station on the MBTA Orange Line, located in Forest Hills in the southern part of the Jamaica Plain neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts at the intersections of Washington Street, Hyde Park Avenue, South Street, The Arborway and Morton Street.

Forest Hills is the southern terminus of the MBTA Orange Line. It serves nearby residential neighborhoods and is also a major bus transfer station with connections to 14 routes. Commuter trains on the MBTA's Needham Line line also serve the station; trains on the Providence/Stoughton Line and the Franklin Line pass the platform but do not stop. Amtrak Acela Express and Northeast Regional trains also pass without stopping, generally on the two non-platform tracks.

The adjacent Arborway Station was the terminus of the Green Line "E" Branch until 1985, when service on the "E" branch was "temporarily" truncated to a terminus at Heath Street. Restoration of Green Line trolley service to Arborway was part of air pollution remediation promised for the Big Dig, but the MBTA has been reluctant to restore the service. The original Forest Hills station on the Washington Street Elevated was located one block to the east of the current station location.

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