This is a story about a bicycle ride along ancient roads. I pedaled from Minneapolis to Jeffers Petroglyphs, to pre-colonization pipestone quarries, across the Sandhills, down the Front Range, up the Arkansas River, over Pancho Pass, down the Rio Grande to Albuquerque, through the pueblos and El Malpais, across the divide and into Arizona, down the Coronado Trail, to the heights of four or five different mountain ranges in Southeast Arizona, to the low desert, and then eventually to below sea level, the underworld. I saw my route as its own petroglyph, a path across time and place. All along the way are examples of deep kinship with strangers, and perhaps this describes a One Heart philosophy.