One gate, four neighbors, nearly two acres. A modern estate built for the people who usually build the fun.

The gate opens, the drive circles a stand of birch, and the house shows itself all at once: black board-and-batten, crisp white gables, a timber-framed entry that glows in the evening. This is the kind of arrival that resets a guest's expectations before the door ever opens.
Redtail Estates filled its five home sites years ago and has barely changed hands since. The gate rarely opens for a new name. This is one of those years.
A heated pool with a tanning shelf and a spa. Cabanas under pergolas. A putting green with real flags, an outdoor kitchen with a full bar, a dining terrace, and a sunken fire circle for the end of the night. Somebody designed this yard the way other people design destinations, on purpose, and it shows.
The scoreboard: pool, spa, putting green, bocce lawn, outdoor kitchen, fire pit. Perfect game.


The covered outdoor room runs on its own weather: curtains, ceiling fan, lanterns, grill station, stone fireplace hearth below and heaters above. Spring opens early here and fall refuses to end.
Round after round, any course on earth, zero tee times. Free play, always.
The post-round, post-workout, post-everything room.
A collection on display and a lower-level bar built for a crowd.
Four bays across two heated garages, with room to lift.
Interior photography arrives with the full listing. The inside keeps a few surprises worth waiting for.

A vaulted great room under cedar beams, a wall of glass to the resort out back, and an open run to a kitchen built around one long island: quartz, pro range, a glass wine column, and morning light from the nook.
The primary suite takes its own wing: shiplap, a chandelier, and a marble bath with a freestanding tub, double rain shower, and brass everywhere it counts.


The primary bath

The front door moment

Dinner, with a view of the pool

A full bar, an arcade wall, ping-pong under a cedar ceiling, and a golf simulator with the flags to prove it. High score belongs to the house. Free play, always.
Round after round on any course on earth, then steam it off. The lower level is the part of the tour where buyers stop taking notes and start planning parties.

Five minutes from Muirfield Village, where Jack hosts the Memorial. Across the road from one of Ohio's top-rated elementary schools. Twenty minutes to the airport, fifteen to Bridge Park's restaurants, and zero minutes to open sky, because out here the lots breathe.
Dublin City Schools. Muirfield's golf corridor. And a gate between you and all of it.


























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Pool lit, landscape glowing, fire going. Every other roof goes dark at nine. This one looks like the last game of the night.
Serious inquiries receive the full specification sheet, the private tour film, and first access to showing windows.