Bloody Basin and Black Canyon Dog Racing Compound

Bloody Basin and Black Canyon Dog Racing Compound ABANDONED SPACES
Photos of Bloody Basin and Black Canyon Dog Racing Compound. An hour north of Phoenix I stopped to check out an abandoned cabin in Bloody Basin. A dog racing facility sits on a hill overlooking Black Canyon City, its racetrack obscured by cacti and trees that have grown unchecked over the thirty-something years since it was abandoned.

A dog racing facility sits on a hill overlooking Black Canyon City, its racetrack obscured by cacti and trees that have grown unchecked over the thirty-something years since it was abandoned.

An hour north of Phoenix I stopped to check out an abandoned cabin in Bloody Basin. With a name like that, how could I resist? I exited the freeway and came to a rough dirt road with a sign that read “Primitive Road. Use at your own risk.” With only two hours of daylight remaining, I didn’t think a 20-mile drive down a treacherous unpaved road would be the best use of my time. I reluctantly decided to skip the cabin and continue on to Black Canyon Greyhound Park.

I didn’t know exactly where the abandoned park was, but I had some idea. I drove through a small neighborhood, past a yard where a few people stood talking. Feeling their eyes on me as I drove by, I started to feel self-conscious and nervous. Black Canyon City, despite the name, is a fairly small town, which means unfamiliar vehicles tend to stand out.

When I got to the end of the road and saw no sign of the dog track, I realized I’d have to turn around and get back on the main road. As I neared the people I had passed earlier, a guy walked onto the road and held out a hand, so I stopped.

“Need help finding something?” I knew from his tone that he suspected I was up to no good. His wife walked over too, and she looked a little more friendly. I told them I’d heard there was there was a neat old dog racing track around there and I wanted to take some pictures, but wasn’t sure where it was. He hesitated and then said, “We’ve had a lot of problems with vandalism.” I gave a friendly chuckle and said “I can assure you that is not my intention.” That made his wife smile, diffusing the tension a little. The man seemed to loosen up and gave me some pretty basic directions.

I arrived at the abandoned racetrack grateful for the unexpected help, but still a little nervous that I might run into another of the town’s residents who wouldn’t be as kind.

The main building did not look all that large or remarkable from the outside, but when I stepped through the doors it felt like an incredible new world opened up before me.

As I walked through the grandstand I imagined what it was like in its prime: a crowd of hundreds of people eating, drinking, placing bets, the air charged with an almost tangible energy as thousands of dollars hung in the balance with each race.

David K Funk and his two sons, David J and Albert ran a dog and horse racing enterprise, with tracks in Arizona, Florida, Colorado, Oregon, and Mexico. They opened Black Canyon Dog Track in 1967.

It was a popular destination for residents of Phoenix, who could drive there in under an hour on the newly built I-17 freeway. After the track closed in 1982, it occasionally served as a location for swap meets before it was entirely abandoned in the late ’80s.

The place was amazing. I’d never explored anything like it.

It was so thoroughly vandalized, I wondered why the guy had been reluctant to give me directions at first. There wasn’t much damage left for me to do that hadn’t already been done.

As I walked through the office area, I was shocked to find a few artifacts that had been sitting there for over thirty years:

A shareholder meeting announcement from 1975. I was amazed it had survived the decades of vandalism, still intact and legible.

This one really disturbed me. A printout with names and addresses. I snapped a quick photo of one page, but there were reams of these records just sitting there for anyone to see. I imagine these people wouldn’t be too happy to know that their personal information is lying around in an abandoned building, irresponsibly left by people who should have disposed of it properly.

The racetrack was completely overgrown. I love how nature gradually takes back what humans leave unattended.

There were a few other buildings beside the grandstand. Some were in pretty bad shape.

It amazed me that there had once been thousands of chairs, and virtually all of them had been smashed to pieces.

There was a neat little workshop and some other buildings that looked like they served maintenance-related purposes. 

Along one side of the properly stood a row of small white structures. I’m not sure what they were used for. Maybe lodging for those who brought their dogs there to race?

I finally mustered the courage to climb the surprisingly sturdy metal staircase onto the roof of the grandstand. 

The roof looked pretty weathered. I stayed on the boardwalk, so as not to risk falling through a weak spot in the roof. There were several small viewing rooms probably used by VIPs and announcers.

Black Canyon Greyhound Park was so much fun to explore, I left in an extremely good mood. I was so happy I wanted I could go back and thank the couple who gave me directions, but daylight was waning and I figured they would probably prefer to be left alone anyway.

Before the sun went down I made one last stop at a little abandoned service station called Jack Ass Acres. There wasn’t much to it, but it was definitely worth stopping to see.

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