Thirty-five years ago, the Holiday Trave-L-Park in Emerald Isle was the Sapir family's "go to" location for summer camping at the beach. Molly thought it would be a great location for Roxy... and a chance for me to relive my childhood. 
We both left work early on Friday and were loaded, hitched, and on the road by 4:30pm. I was a little nervous (as usual), but Molly assured me that things, as always, would be fine. She booked us an ocean-front (well, dune front, anyway), pull-thru spot. It was (much) more expensive* than our normal state park campgrounds. But what the heck, this was the beach!
We arrive around 7pm and all I can say is, "Whoa!" MUCH different than I remember. As a typical "resort" style campground, the spaces were close (basically right next to each other). As a typical ocean-front campground, there were no trees (no hammock). But we had full hookups!
We're definitely getting better at setting up... in 25 minutes we were good to go! April promptly found several holes that needed to be dug. Molly made another spectacular dinner — chicken Parmesan (are you kidding me?!?!). That night we took a walk on the beach and April met (and chased) a ghost crab. All in all, a wonderful evening (and Roxy's AC worked perfectly!).
We think April loves the beach. However, she did not like it when Molly or I when more than ankle deep. Can you say "over protective?"
We spent the afternoon drinking and eating lunch, wading in the ocean, and meeting lots of other dogs. Emerald Isle is very dog friendly — as long as they're on a leash and you pick up after your dog!
April discovered that, unlike Kerr Lake, the water here doesn't taste too good! She still yapped and barked and tried to eat the waves. At least she didn't barf this time! **
Molly got a bit too much sun, but it was a perfect way to spend the afternoon. We returned to Roxy for a quick nap. (Yeah AC!)
Later that evening we went back to the beach to fly the kite. The Millennium Falcon was awesome. We got lots of stared and comments as it flew!
Sunday morning was bag omelettes (of course) and another leisurely walk on the beach. Then it was time to break camp and head home.
The good news: Rick was forced to stop for gas on the way home and successfully did it — while hooked to Roxy!
The bad news: Molly left her flip-flops at the beach. 
* $105/night + $5/night pet fee. WTF!?!?
** She did, however, have impressively severe diarrhea.