Coronado beach closure lifted by county health officials
CORONADO, Calif. (FOX 5/KUSI) — County health officials have lifted the closure of Coronado's shoreline that was put in place over Memorial Day weekend.
The ending of the closure was accompanied by the issuance of advisories for La Playa Beach near Lawrence Street in Point Loma and the water near the Coronado Lifeguard Headquarters due to bacteria levels that exceed state health standards.
The entire western shoreline of Coronado — from Avenida Lunar in the south to North Beach in the north — was first closed on Saturday due to the flow of sewage from the Tijuana River Valley.
The closure came on the heels of a period with worse-than-normal conditions for South County residents amid work to the sewage treatment system on the other side of the border.
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The repairs earlier this month to a critical line connecting the San Antonio de los Buenos Plant in Mexico to the South Bay International Wastewater Treatment Plant in the U.S. required the diversion of wastewater into the Tijuana River.
When the repairs began, Mexican and U.S. officials noted the South Bay treatment plant would try to collect as much of the extra wastewater as possible, but it could lead to temporarily increased sewage flows.
The work was completed last week and concluded with minimal sewage flows crossing the border, according to a post on X by the U.S. International Boundary and Water Commission, which oversees the South Bay treatment plant.
With the lifting of the Coronado shoreline closure, the county's ongoing beach management actions have returned to what has become normal in recent years: closures limited to perennial problem spots close to the Tijuana River estuary, like Silver Strand and Imperial Beach.
As of Wednesday, advisories due to levels of bacteria exceeding state standards are also in place for other area that regularly see health warnings like La Jolla Children's Pool, North Cove Vacation Isle in Mission Bay and the La Jolla Cove.
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