I was watching a video on CNBC recently and noticed this neighborhood (no clue where it is). I noticed that several of the houses have either a huge garage door or a similarly shaped room (my red arrows) without a huge garage door. Normally I'd assume a door that size would house an RV. But, for the 2 visible garage doors, they appear to face the backyard and a very small canal. Any clue what they are designed to house?
The ones with the arrows are probably the back of normal garages. The ones with visible doors are pull-throughs, so maybe it's to get your RV in the backyard. Or maybe you can back your boat straight into the canal on its trailer :)
Plot twist: it's not a canal. It's a moat.
My first thought immediately on seeing the image was "looks like a normal suburban Vegas neighborhood" but the canal/moat throws all of that in question. I think Keith's on the right track, some of the garages have doors on both ends for moving a boat through.
Tried to pinpoint the neighborhood. Look at this crazy place!
https://neighborhoodsinlasvegas.com/the-lakes/
I should probably warn them about the "ducks" though 
Kind of the nautical equivalent to those housing developments for airplane owners that have hangars and an airstrip.
Those people apparently aren't interested in spending much time in their yards, which are mostly nonexistent. If you want to talk to your neighbor, just lean out the window and knock on the side of their house. 
I like the boat theory, but I don't see anything that looks like boat launches or docks in any of the yards.
I think those are just being built and the boat ramps will come later?
That's in Maricopa County AZ. It's a pass through garage. The houses are so close together if you need anything in the back yard, can't go through the side. Patio furniture, etc.
Many people set up the inside like a sunroom, then raise the door to sit 'on the water"
Here’s a video of that exact spot
Obviously the big doors house the trebuchets, while the small window ones are archer slits.
I mean really, the moat will only slow down the mogul hoards so much, you do need some sort of defenses.
The dark line in front of the moat is likely a fire trench that they can fill with oil and light as the hoard approaches.
Arizona, it is a strange place. I've seen that documentary:
- Gale: All right, ya hayseeds, it's a stick-up. Everybody freeze. Everybody down on the ground.
- Feisty Hayseed: Well, which is it, young feller? You want I should freeze or get down on the ground? Mean to say, if'n I freeze, I can't rightly drop. And if'n I drop, I'm a-gonna be in motion. You see...
- Gale: Shut up!
- Feisty Hayseed: Okay then.
- Gale: Everybody down on the ground!
- Evelle: Y'all can just forget that part about freezin' now.
- Gale: Better still to get down there.
- Evelle: Yeah, y'all hear that, don't ya?
- [Everybody lays down. Gale looks at the now-empty teller windows]
- Gale: E36 M3! Where'd all the tellers go?
- Teller's voices: We're down here, sir.
- Evelle: They're on the floor as you commanded, Gale.
That night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether- a floating spirit visiting things to come. The shades and shadows of the people in my life rassled their way their way into my slumber. I dreamed that Gale and Evelle had decided to return to prison. Probably that's just as well. I don't mean to sound superior, and they're a swell couple of guys, but maybe they weren't ready yet to come out into the world. And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn in the Arizona home where Nathan Junior was opening a present from a kindly couple who preferred to remain unknown. I saw Glen a few years later, still having no luck getting the cops to listen to his wild tales about me and Ed. Maybe he threw in one Polack joke too many. I don't know. And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed before, watching Nathan Junior's progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of us and hoping that maybe we'd broadened his horizons a little even if he couldn't remember just how they got broadened. But still I hadn't dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end. And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do? But me and Ed, we can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and beloved. I don't know. Maybe it was Utah.
Are the trebuchets used for when your neighbors piss you off?
I'm horrified.
OTOH one of my house search requirements was that the house not have an attached garage, because that generally means the driveway is about 10 feet long and the house is right up on the street, and there's no backyard access.
What these people have looks like just really really expensive apartments.
The two houses with the really tall garage doors look like the type used for RV garages
In reply to Pete. (l33t FS) :
people - especially americans - are so weird about shared wall buildings. But what they've got here combines the worst of both. No side yards, no privacy, but maintenance and utility costs of a freestanding building. All so they can say they live in a single family home instead of a row house.
Well, if no one brings home a box of scorpions or wild Javalena family, you'll never have them on your property.
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