Whenever I drive through the desert, the drab hills cover the horizon and my mind gets lost in the endless browns as they pass by for hours. Yet this spring, I ended up in Arizona in the short period that the browns segued to greens and life exploded out of the least expected places. At the same time, I found a lake which almost seems oxymoronic. In fact it is oxymoronic as this lake is man-made lake formed by the Theodore Roosevelt Dam on the Salt River. Being the oldest lake on the Salt River, it provides recreation areas surrounded by saguaro cacti and the ambience seems as if it was taken out of a dream.