Last morning, last forest paths, last gravel roads.
One stretch of gravel between Agusalu and Alajõe is especially murderous. Ice-cream in Alajõe, ice-cream in Kuru. All people are outside, mowing their lawns, barbecuing, sunbathing.
I reach Kauksi at the same time as Kalle. Get my beer, stick my toes into the lake. Everything is well.