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.

Totally, those misnomers are a real eye‑opener. I once trekked to “Red Ridge” thinking a lava field—turns out it was just a peat bog with iron‑rich soil. That twist kept me on my toes, and it reminded me that the earth’s stories aren’t always in plain sight. Keep the detective vibes sharp!