He ate raw carrots until he could barely stand them. Every Wednesday, he drove to the camp and dropped off food and water.ĭave ate nothing but fruits and vegetables at first. In Phoenix, Dave's father bought a four-wheel-drive truck. The city was far away, and Dave, for the most part, was alone. "I had to stay away from easy access to what I call poison," Dave said. He laid down old railroad ties for steps and unloaded a couch and some books. His truck bounced up the road through the cholla and creosote until he reached a broad dirt bench along Poland Creek.ĭave parked the truck near a thicket of mesquite and cactus and bungeed a tarp over the camper top. He climbed toward the Bradshaw Mountains, where a friend of his had a mining claim near the ghost town of Cleator. He found a used camper shell for his truck, packed his things and drove north, out of metro Phoenix - population: about 2.8 million.
He decided it was time to leave before it was too late. Fast food beckoned from every corner, and he could summon pizza to his doorstep with a phone call. He weighed 627 pounds in June 1998, when he left his home in Sunnyslope. David Rhodes moved to Cleator to save his life.
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