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A residential neighborhood with fiber in the trench during civil work, one home-run pair per lot, and a plan for BGP peering and Clagstone's own IP space when the core comes up. Nobody has ever built residential like this.

Okay, this one you will actually appreciate.

Right now, during civil work, fiber is going in the same trench as the roads. One high-count single-mode cable, roughly two hundred and eighty-eight strands, pulled once. The trunk is a ring on physically diverse paths, so one backhoe cannot dark the far end. Every one of the fifty-eight lots gets its own dedicated home-run pair back to the core, no splitters, no shared PON, no contention with the neighbor. Plus generous spares in the same pull for future services, second drops, and the dark-fiber uses below.

Every vault, every conduit run, every splice point is mapped on the plat and marked with locatable trace wire. Ten years from now, when somebody wants a diverse path or a second service, the plant is findable, not archaeology.

When we light it, the plan is a carrier-grade meet-me point at the shared core: a ten-plus-gig transport handoff from the carrier, BGP peering, Clagstone’s own portable IPv4 block and an IPv6 allocation, multi-homed to two upstreams for real redundancy. Symmetrical multi-gig service, no caps. Dark fiber lot-to-lot available on splice request, so neighbors who want to link garages or run a private low-latency link between properties can, on a simple splice.

The Phase 1 ground is honest and walkable today. Fifty-eight parcels of six acres, give or take, PE-stamped civil plat by Olson Engineering, public paved roads plowed by Lakes Highway District. The full network story lives on the connectivity page.

And when you close the laptop: the deepest lake in Idaho is ten minutes east, the local astronomical society hosts star parties with telescopes at Farragut, and the Navy quietly tests scale submarines on the same water your kayak floats on. The after-work loop out here comes with sentences you do not get to say anywhere else.

It might be the first subdivision you can genuinely say “I got my own slash twenty-four” about.

All of that sits on actual ground. See the fifty-eight on the plat →

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