The Washington Park and Zoo Railway is a narrow-gauge recreational railroad in Portland, Oregon's Washington Park. It has a track gauge of 30 inches (762 mm) and rolling stock built to 5/8 scale. Opened in three stages in 1958, 1959 and 1960, it provides transportation between the Oregon Zoo, Hoyt Arboretum, International Rose Test Garden, and the World Forestry Center. The extended line is about 2 miles (3.2 km) long. There is also a 1-mile (1.6 km) loop within the zoo grounds. The railway carries about 350,000 passengers per year.
The railroad is operational year-round (except in January and part of February, when it is closed for required maintenance), but the extended line is used only on weekends in the spring and daily only in summer months. Special events occur during the Christmas holidays. A ticket costs up to $5.00 for the full line, $3.50 for the short "Zoo Loop", but zoo admission is also required.
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