Minnesota Transportation Museum - Osceola & St. Croix Valley Railway

Osceola & St. Croix Valley Railway

The MTM, along with the historical society of Osceola, Wisconsin, operates a heritage railroad called the Osceola and St. Croix Valley Railway. Excursion trains are operated on trackage formerly owned by Wisconsin Central Ltd., now part of Canadian National Railway.

Excursion trains operate from the Osceola Depot, with service to Dresser, Wisconsin, and southbound to and through the scenic St. Croix River Valley. Trains operate on a regular schedule on weekends and holidays from April-October. Other operations include Special Events trains all season, including brunch, dinner, pizza, pumpkin and Fall leaf viewing trains through the River Valley.

At this time several locomotives and pieces of rolling stock are in operation. All equipment has been reconditioned to updated standard operating condition, including classic open window coaches, several Great Northern express coaches and a refreshment coach. Locomotives currently in running condition are classic diesel-electric. Steam locomotives such as classic 4-6-0 Northern Pacific #328 have been used to pull the trains in past years.

As noted, the train route runs from Dresser, Wisconsin to Marine on St. Croix, Minnesota.

The museum also operates the Dresser Depot at the northeast terminus of the line in downtown Dresser.

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