We’re in the boonies of 18th-century Austria, a land of tall, lonely forests and craggy hillsides.

I’m not talking about a motel in the boonies of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan or a drafty log cabin on a lake in Maine or Minnesota.

The dealer offers to get her counterfeit papers, if she works at a cannabis grow house tending the plants out in the boonies.

She said the nearby Cedarpines Park community “is a big elderly community. They live in the boonies, and nobody’s gone there yet.”

“Some of those people are on roads that are very narrow and way out in the boonies,” he said.