Only a very ill person would set his alarm for 4:30 a.m. so he could drive an hour north (before work) to get a Pectoral Sandpiper.
Imagine this image:
The alarm goes off.
Ingrid: Where are you going birding?
Ethan: Weaskeag Mash
Ingrid: That’s an hour away . . . you’re crazy.
Anyway, the Marsh was alive with shore birds and after a bit of scanning I got the bulky Pectoral Sandpiper. I also saw an American Kestrel on the drive north.