I was sitting on the beach watching the world go by while Jordan was out swimming in the lake. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the white edges of the clear water gradually crawl up the beach. When we arrived around 8 am, the water was at an unalarming level. I checked my phone for the time and it was around 2 p.m. now. The water was quickly creeping up the beach more, almost reaching midway up the rusted steel wall separating the water from more land and the road. I was slightly concerned about people drowning because the tide was coming in strong making it a rough current. Jordan was a strong swimmer, but this current could easily wipe out the strongest swimmer. At that point I knew we needed to get off that beach and to higher land as soon as possible. I stood up off my towel and looked out to find Jordan treading water and splashing around with our pitbull, Luna.
"Jordan!" I shouted fairly loud.
He turned around, treading water in an attempt to stay afloat while Luna was just paddling her paws through the waves, "What?"
"The water is rising up the beach at a very unsafe rate. I'm thinking the dam broke..." I yelled over the crashing of the waves on the shore.
I watched him and Luna start swimming and floating towards shore, making sure the waves don't pull them under. Luna did nose dives in through the waves making me a little less stressed. I started rolling up our towels and putting them in the bag along with our other belongings. As he made his way up the sand towards our spot I threw him a towel and his shirt. We grabbed the bag and ran up to the truck and sped towards the house. I could see the water rising up over the roads quickly. My phone kept vibrating from calls and texts which I chose to ignore. We reached the hill where the house was and I looked out onto the main road and the water was about halfway up the mailbox posts along the side of the street. I didn't know how much longer it would be clear and or safe for that matter. We ran inside and threw our bags on the ground and turned on the television. The local news channel was already programmed, I saw the news reporter standing not far from where we had been sitting moments ago. The box on the bottom of the screen read "Bristol Dam Breaks: Evacuation In Progress. For More Information Call 603-823-9871"
A voice from the reporter boomed out of the speakers.
"I'm here at Newfound Lake in Bristol, where the dam has broken. The town has called for evacuation orders. Residents in the affected area should travel to Plymouth and wait for orders from the Coast Guard. For more information please dial the number you see below. Until then, this is Kenneth Daley, and back to you Bob."
