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Can I paint three pictures for you? I want you to imagine a forest, dense with evergreen trees, carpeted in emerald moss. There's a little Cabin sitting a rock foundation, tucked in these woods with a cedar shake roof and a tiny front porch. The only sounds are the wind and a little brook winding into the forest. The only smell is the draft of cedar smoke wandering lightly from the chimney. Pull up a chair. Get cozy. Take it in. But maybe the Pacific Northwest isn't your scene. Maybe you're a desert rat? Welcome to Cedar Mesa, a place full of stubby trees, desert wind, deep history, and dry quiet. Pull your chair closer to that 500 foot cliff face and watch the sunrise. Breathe in the calm air. Or maybe too much quiet makes you anxious-- you need more movement. Let me suggest a small town with simple charm. Welcome to Cedar City-- a beautiful place full good people and good things to do. Grab a sandwich and watch the annual Sheep Parade down Main Street. Disappear up a canyon. Wander off into the red rock. Life is slower there. Life was good there.

Three Cedars in three different places and three different moments of my life-- good moments, now shrouded in the haze of time. I don't go back to any of them very often anymore. I left the Pacific Northwest nearly a decade ago. Cedar Mesa calls to me, but I rarely visit like I used to. And Cedar City, well, it's been a long time since I was there for college. How do you capture memory? How do you bottle it up and preserve it for the future? I don't know. You can't go back. It's over. But the memories are real. The sensations are vivid.

What does this have to do with knives? The Civivi Cedar is my physical manifestation of these three "Cedars." It's the EDC knife I would have taken to class in college or the toothpick I needed for a backpacking trip to the Cabin. It's the tool I wish I had while exploring Cedar Mesa when I had to pull out cactus spines from my foot. It's a knife created from memory and time gone by-- a reminder of good days.

On a technical level, the Cedar knife is a traditional barlow handle shape with a spay blade. It's like your grandpa's knife with a few tricks ups its sleeve. Take, for instance, the tweezers and toothpick hidden in the handle scale. Pick your teeth. Pull out splinters. The in-line flipper opener is a trick I learned from Joseph Vero. By incorporating the flipper into the locking mechanism, it allows for a smoother experience when pulling the knife in and out of the pocket-- the flipper doesn't catch and it hides away when the knife is open. Slap a deep carry clip and some jimping on this thing, and you've got a knife that's ready for quiet days in quiet places. Go find them. And then hold onto those memories as long as you can. 

A note on the G10 version of the Cedar: this handle is what I had in mind when I designed this knife. You see, when you split a shake from cedar round, it leaves the most beautiful texture within the wood grain. No knots, no consistencies, but no anomalies either. The contoured G10 captured that beautifully. Civivi crushed it. They're wizards over there.