Photowalk: Iona Beach

Google Maps is chalk full of places for you to discover locations that are begging to be explored, especially with a camera. One of these is Iona Beach, an area Rebecca and I have wanted to check out for a while.

Iona Beach: April 2010

Once you get past the airport and head out to this narrow stretch of land, you can walk along a good mile of shoreline and vast sandbars during low tide. Aside from the number of tires and lumber products in my shots, this is really a beautiful place. You could easily spend a day at the beach out here, but the pet friendly folks were all over on this day.

The weather was cool and cloudy when we started out, but the sun and warmth eventually showed up as we hit the turn around point to venture back.

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

Iona Beach: April 2010

See all the photos from this photowalk in my Iona Beach Photowalk: April 2010 set on Flickr.

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4 Replies to “Photowalk: Iona Beach”

  1. Iona Beach always reminds me of when I was taking the ECE program at Langara College. Our class assignment was to coordinate a mock field trip for 3-5 year-old children somewhere in the Vancouver/Richmond area. We were stumped for ideas until our professor suggested “how about Iona Beach?” Someone in the class spoke up (who wasn’t blonde and wasn’t me) and said: “wow – that’s so cool. You own a beach?” Needless to say, she got teased a bit for that one.

    Totally silly story, but lovely pictures none-the-less. Glad you two could get out of downtown and enjoy a bit of nature in the sunshine. 🙂

  2. Great pictures, John! Really enjoyed the Iona Beach story. It sounds like something Josie K. might say.

  3. Sure enough, but the poo-pipe extends another few kilometers under water out into the Strait of Georgia where the currents and tides “flush” away the already-treated waste. Heck, in Calgary we use the Bow River for the same purpose and there are communities downstream that seem to be surviving.
    I enjoyed a solitary walk to the end of the jetty and spent 45 minutes all by myself with just sea and sky (plus a lone seal) to keep me company. It was magical….and I couldn’t smell a thing!

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