The town and port of Carteret, when the tide is in. When the tide is out, there's almost no water in the port, just mud.
Ken actually knows a woman who has a summer house in Carteret ; he worked with her in Washington, DC, back in the mid 1980's. I've since met her, and Ken visited her house a couple of years ago with mutual friends. The two of us took our dog Collette and went back to Carteret for an night in May of 2005. It was windy and cold, but the dog loved running on the beach, as she always had in San Francisco.
I took the above photo of the hotel back in 1992, for the novelty of the name (Ken's home county), and we stayed there in 2005. It was alright, but not great. I think we may have been the only guests that night. At least it seemed that way.