The Cult of Nonsense

IAHE Convention in French Lick

Last Friday and Saturday, Sara and I attended the Indiana Association of Home Educators' annual convention in the uncomfortably-named1 town of French Lick, Indiana.

French Lick and nearby West Baden Springs comprise a small, historic resort area built around a set of sulfur springs. The event was held at the French Lick Springs Hotel2, the second-most-stunning hotel in the area.

This was my first time going to one of these conventions, and also my first time doing more than passing through French Lick. I had a great time, and I would love to go again next year if the drive isn't too ridiculous.

There isn't any one point I want to make here; the point of this post is to collect my raw impressions before they slip away:

  1. I've lived in Southern Indiana for 19 years, and I still giggle at the innuendo. No one who was raised here seems to find it funny.↩

  2. Why do the French lick springs? The world will never know.↩

  3. They bottled and sold the stinky spring water as a laxative. Sara's question: "What person decided it was a good idea to try drinking this?"↩