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Duck Tavern: Vanished Waystation on the Raftmen’s Path

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    While the Duck Tavern no longer stands and few remember it, it has not entirely vanished. Its low stone foundations still press against the hillside. A stone-lined well waits in the brush. Upslope, the remains of a barn or stable stretch out in a long, quiet rectangle. These are not ruins you see at a distance. They are the kind you find by accident or by intent, the kind you can still touch if you know where to look.

    Identified on this circa 1916 postcard as “Tucquan Lake,” this stretch of the Susquehanna is now called Lake Aldred. Nestled in the valley below is the Duck Tavern site, once a quiet waypoint along the Raftmen’s Path. Across the river stand Mt. Atlas and Mt. Apollo in York County.

    The ground here holds the shape of a place that once mattered. Not a landmark celebrated for its scenery, but a waypoint. Here, at a river crossing long known as Burkholder’s Ferry, stood the Duck Tavern. It was a general stopping place for boats and arks descending the river, as well as a spot that men were passing through, again and again, on foot, tired, hungry, and intent on getting home. When the movements of the ferries, rafts, and men ended, the tavern faded with them, leaving only stone walls.

    Before railroads connected distant communities, the Susquehanna River served as a commercial highway. But unlike the canals of the 1800s, the ancient river was never gentle. Its shallow, rock-strewn channel shifted with floods, narrowed into dangerous gaps, and broke apart anything that drifted into the wrong current. Yet for more than a century, it carried the timber that built a growing nation.

    Log rafting on the Susquehanna was not a picturesque sideline to frontier life; it was one of the most demanding and consequential industries to shape the river valley. From the late eighteenth century into the early decades of the twentieth, the river functioned as a seasonal conveyor belt, carrying timber from Pennsylvania’s interior forests to markets hundreds of miles downstream. The work required timing, coordination, and a tolerance for danger that few other trades demanded.

    The process began far upstream, where trees were felled during winter months and hauled to creeks and riverbanks to await the spring thaw. As ice loosened its grip, tributaries swelled, lifting the logs and carrying them toward the main channel. Individual logs were guided downstream in loose drives until calmer water allowed crews to assemble them into rafts. These were not crude piles of timber, but carefully constructed floating platforms, lashed together with wooden pins and green saplings, their flexibility allowing them to bend and survive the river’s rocky hazards.

    Rafts varied in size depending on river conditions, but some reached extraordinary proportions, stretching hundreds of feet in length while remaining narrow enough to pass through the Susquehanna’s tight, rock-strewn channels. Their narrow profile was essential. The river’s sudden constrictions left no room for error. A raft that turned sideways could splinter in moments, dumping its cargo and crew into fast water. To control these massive structures, raftmen relied on long steering oars, sometimes thirty feet in length, pivoted from the stern or sides. Steering was less about force than anticipation. Successful pilots read the river’s surface, watching for subtle changes that hinted at submerged ledges or shifting currents.

    In the 1800s and early 1900s, the Susquehanna River served as a timber highway, sending massive log rafts more than 300 miles to markets in Philadelphia and Baltimore.

    The scale of the trade was staggering. During peak seasons, the river could carry thousands of rafts in a matter of days. Contemporary observers described stretches of the Susquehanna crowded with timber from dawn until dusk, rafts passing in steady succession. In one six-day period during the 1830s, nearly a thousand rafts per day were recorded moving past a single point. Their cargo became masts and spars for ships, framing for houses and barns, beams for mills and bridges, and fuel for tanneries and furnaces. The Susquehanna did not simply move lumber. It moved wealth.

    The work was dangerous and exhausting. Rafts struck rocks, broke apart, or ran aground where crews fought to free them before falling water levels sealed their fate. Men drowned. Others were crushed between shifting logs or swept away in sudden rises. Yet the work persisted because it paid. A successful season could provide a substantial income, particularly for skilled pilots whose knowledge of the river made them indispensable.

    The journey downriver ended at places like Marietta, Peach Bottom, or Port Deposit, depending on the raft and its destination. There, the timber was sold, the raft dismantled, and the work was done. But the men still needed to get home.

    What followed was the long walk back north, retracing miles of river corridor by foot. This return journey was so common that it shaped its own geography. Most raftmen followed what became known as the Raftmen’s Path. It was not a single trail so much as a habit of movement. When roads ran in the right direction, they were used. When they did not, men crossed fields, followed ridgelines, or traced the riverbank itself. The goal was speed and efficiency. Wages earned on the river were not meant to be spent on the return journey.

    The walk was long, often sixteen miles or more between major stops, and it carried its own risks. Weather, rough terrain, and exhaustion were constant companions. Yet this overland return was so routine that an entire support network grew up around it. Taverns, inns, boarding houses, and private homes offered food, drink, and sometimes a place to sleep. Duck Tavern was one of these places.

    Duck Tavern sat at the landing of Burkholder’s Ferry between Pequea and Shenks Ferry, positioned where the river corridor narrowed, and the land rose sharply from the water. One of roughly fifteen ferries that once operated along the Lower Susquehanna between Harrisburg and the Chesapeake Bay, Burkholder’s Ferry served both river traffic and overland travelers. In addition to raftmen, the tavern likely catered to those using the crossing. The site appears on an 1801 map surveyed by Benjamin Henry Latrobe, already established enough to merit a name, and later references suggest it endured for more than a century.

    Close-up of Benjamin Henry Latrobe’s 1801 Susquehanna River Survey Map highlighting Burkholder’s Ferry and the location of the Duck Tavern.

    What survives today supports that long use. The main foundation outlines a structure roughly thirty to forty feet across, substantial but not grand. The walls are thick, built to last, and close to the well that supplied water for both people and animals. Nearby, the elongated foundation of a barn or stable suggests a place to tether horses and store feed. Slightly downslope, a hollow once quarried for sand adds an unusual texture to the landscape. In early photographs, this pale ground was sometimes mistaken for water.

    Nothing here suggests luxury. Everything suggests function.

    Duck Tavern was likely a roadhouse in the truest sense of the term. It offered food, drink, and practical rest. Raftmen arrived on foot, boots worn thin by river work and long miles of trail. They came in groups and alone, sometimes at odd hours, moving with the seasons of high water and thaw.

    The atmosphere would have shifted with the crowd. On some days, it was probably quiet, a place to eat, water a horse, and move on. At other times, it would have been loud with conversation, music, and the release that followed danger narrowly survived. Raftmen were known for hard work and harder recreation, but their livelihood depended on skill and alertness. Excess had limits imposed by necessity.

    Duck Tavern did not need to be famous to be essential. Its value lay in its reliability.

    The physical remains tell the story more honestly than words ever could. The well is carefully lined with stone, set close to the main building, its opening now partially filled but still clearly defined. Water was not optional here. It was central.

    Duck Tavern well. 📷: Jay Mackley

    The barn foundation sits slightly uphill, oriented to allow wagons or riders to approach from the old road that once traced the ridge. The long rectangular footprint suggests stalls or storage rather than living space. This was a place of brief pauses, not prolonged stays.

    The sand hollow nearby adds a final layer. Sand was quarried here, likely for local construction or maintenance, and its pale surface lingered long enough to appear like a shallow stream in early photographs. Even the land was being used, shaped by the needs of the moment.

    Part of the barn or stable foundation. 📷: Jay Mackley

    The systems that sustained Duck Tavern did not collapse suddenly. They thinned. Canals offered alternatives. Railroads multiplied. Dams raised water levels and drowned old channels. Sawmills moved closer to timber sources, and logs no longer needed to float hundreds of miles to market.

    As rafting declined, the foot traffic that fed the Raftmen’s Path slowed and then stopped. Taverns that had once served a steady stream of working men found themselves isolated. Some burned, some were dismantled, and others were simply abandoned. Duck Tavern appears to have followed the quietest course. It was left behind.

    A photograph from 1912 by Robert C. Bair, curator of the Historical Society of York County (today’s York County History Center), shows the building already in disrepair, standing but no longer serving its purpose. Within a generation, only the stone remained.

    The deserted Duck Tavern in 1912. From the collection of the York County History Center, York, PA.

    Today, the Duck Tavern site lies on land protected by the Lancaster Conservancy within their Pequea Nature Preserve. There is no marker. No interpretive sign explains what these stones once meant. Finding the site requires attention, patience, and restraint.

    The Susquehanna Ramblers and other modern-day explorers have traced old maps, followed faint ground clues, and pieced together the story through careful observation rather than excavation. Their work mirrors that of the raftmen in one important way. It depends on reading the land as it is, not forcing it to reveal more than it already offers.

    Part of the Duck Tavern foundation. 📷: Jay Mackley

    Once, this stretch of river and ridge carried the sound of boots, voices, and the steady movement of men walking home from dangerous work. Duck Tavern stood as a brief pause along that invisible highway, a place defined entirely by motion.

    Today, the highway is gone, as this stretch of river moves more like a lake, bookended by the hydroelectric dams of Holtwood and Safe Harbor. As the path faded, the tavern returned to the hillside. What remains is enough. The stones still mark where a working world once passed through, and for those who notice, they tell the story of a ghost of commerce now absorbed back into the land.

    Stylized LiDAR map showing the tavern, barn, and the quarry location.

    Planning Your Visit

    The ruins of the Duck Tavern sit in a hollow between Shenks Ferry and Pequea. The site can be accessed by following Morrison Lane along the former Columbia and Port Deposit Railroad alignment. While open to the public, Lancaster Conservancy access rules prohibit the taking of mineral, fossil, or archaeological specimens. Visitors are asked to look but not disturb and to leave no trace. Duck Tavern has endured because it was forgotten. Its future depends on being respected.

    General location of the Duck Tavern

    Uncharted Lancaster Podcast

    Take an even deeper dive into the story of Susquehanna log rafting and the Raftmen’s Trail with the Uncharted Lancaster Podcast in this Season 1 episode titled, River Highway: The Era of Susquehanna Log Rafts.

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    Armchair Explorer Videos

    If you would rather explore, virtually join Hiker Dude Dad Ryan and Topo Ranger Brett as they embark on an exhilarating journey north of Pequea to uncover the legendary Duck Tavern!

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    Both videos follow in the footsteps of the Susquehanna Ramblers as they explore a riverside hollow along the Susquehanna that conceals the ruins of a time when raftsmen ruled the river on their massive floating timber vessels.

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