A Perfect Anchorage and the Magic of Queen’s Baths

Once the weather finally calmed down, and our anchor began dragging despite holding through 37-mile-per-hour winds, we ventured out in search of our next stop. What we found just south of Glass Window was the kind of anchorage you dream about when planning a trip like this.

Fluffy white sand beneath the keel. Crystal-clear water stretching in every direction. And just a short dinghy ride from shore.

But the real highlight wasn’t just the anchorage. It was what waited on shore.

After securing the dinghy (very securely, thanks to our earlier Disappearing Dinghy episode), we started our excursion along Queen’s Highway — the same narrow road that runs the length of Eleuthera.

Calling it “pedestrian safe” would be generous.

Cars zip along at surprising speeds, but drivers are quick to give friendly honks and waves as they pass. It’s equal parts nerve-wracking and charming.

Our first stop was the famous Glass Window Bridge, where the deep navy Atlantic crashes against one side while the calm turquoise of the Bight of Eleuthera rests on the other. Standing there, it’s hard not to marvel at how dramatically two bodies of water can exist side by side.

Nearby sits the Cow and Bull, two rock formations standing guard along the shoreline, and we attempted to see the gysor, but after hiking all around, we came out the street and felt pretty silly, because we found it. A tiny hole with no water blowing out since it was low tide. 

That's okay, because our next stop was the Queen’s Baths.

When we finally reached Queen’s Baths, I immediately understood why people talk about it with such reverence.

The ocean carves out natural pools in the rock, leaving behind warm, shallow water that collects between the formations. Each pool feels like its own little spa, heated by the sun and protected from the crashing waves beyond.

Floating there felt magical.

The ocean thundered against the outer walls while we relaxed in calm water that melted every ache out of our joints. For a few minutes, I felt like a kid again,  drifting and laughing as the water gently rocked around us.

I loved everything about it.

Well… almost everything.

Getting there requires scrambling over jagged rocks, which, for someone like me, a self-proclaimed klutz (my husband would substantiate this claim), felt like a minor adventure all by itself. But I’m proud to report I made it across without falling once.

A personal victory.

Eventually, we started the walk back, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the time. After our dinghy scare earlier in the trip, neither of us felt entirely comfortable leaving it unattended for too long.

To our relief, she remained floating along the beach, her anchor secure, so we climbed in and returned to the anchorage. Plot Twist sat quietly in the same perfect patch of water we’d left her in.

The forecast, however, had started whispering about the wind again, so we debated our options. Should we head back to the protection of Hatchet Bay?

Or stay just one more night in this beautiful spot?

Spoiler: we stayed.

Maybe we were starting to feel braver. But the next morning, as the wind began to build again, we knew it was time to move.

We pulled the anchor and made a run for what we thought would be a secure anchorage.

Unfortunately…

We chose poorly.