Warehouse District / Hennepin Avenue (Metro Transit Station)

Warehouse District / Hennepin Avenue (Metro Transit Station)

The Warehouse District/Hennepin Avenue station is a light rail station on the Hiawatha Line in Minneapolis, Minnesota. This was the original northern terminus of the line until the new Target Field station opened on November 14, 2009 to provide access to the new Northstar Commuter Rail line.

The Warehouse District station is located on 5th Street North, between 1st Avenue North and Hennepin Avenue in downtown Minneapolis. This is a center-platform station with one traffic lane to the south of the platform. Service began at this station when the Hiawatha Line opened on June 26, 2004, and this station is where the opening ceremony was held. The first train departed at 11:00 a.m. on that day.

To reflect its neighborhood, the station incorporates some brickwork into the design. A number of pictures are displayed at the site depicting some of the labor disputes that occurred in the city in the first half of the 20th century, most notably the Minneapolis Teamsters Strike of 1934.

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