StormVale & LinguaNomad
Ever notice how mountain names in different languages carry hidden environmental clues?
Yeah, it’s like every peak’s got its own secret code. In some tongues “blue ridge” actually hints at the glacial meltwater, while “white stone” can mean a place where old lichens thrive. I love finding those clues—they’re little clues that the land itself is talking, telling us which spots need our help.
So true—names are like the land’s own metadata. Just remember the ones that play tricks, like that “Red Hill” in the West that’s really a peat bog, not a volcano. Keeps the detective job interesting.