I realize a lot of you might care what the government tells us to call things. I care, but I'm damned if I'm going to change what I call something just because the government tells us to. I did a bit of skiing over the weekend on the Mt Washington snowfields -- Agiochook itself, the Snowy Forehead, or call it Waumbekmethna if you will. I also did some skiing off Mt Clay, which I heard a few folks call Mt Reagan. Damned if it's Mt Reagan to me!
There's more to my rant than resistance to government mindwiping. Some folks are wholly fixated on one set of systematics (taxonomy). I celebrate the diversity of systematics, both official and folk. If someone says, "Isn't the light beautiful on those ____ leaves?", I don't care whether the blank is filled with "popple", "Bigtooth aspen", or "Populus grandidentata". I know what you're talking about, and that's the primary function of human communication. I have a friend who's an old-timer woodsman who persists in calling all conifers "pines". Taxonomically incorrect under the Linnean system, but it's a great demonstration of local systematics.
Long live diversity! Long live history! Long live well-documented toponymic etymology!
You can call it "Big Moose" if you want, but to me, it'll always be "Big Squaw". Offensive to some, undoubtedly, but to me, that's it's name.
And yes, I've eaten pie in Intercourse on my way to Bird-in-Hand.