“From over there!” And he kept a straight face just long to say ,”must be a ghost,” and then started laughing for having caught me off guard. This little comedy routine shouldn’t have surprised me too much. We were, after all, skiing through a ghost town. If you’re tired of striding across golf courses, then you’ll find the Upper Peninsula has some unusual Nordic alternatives. One of the best is the ghost town of Fayette. Located in Fayette Historic State Park, Fayette was a company iron smelting town that in its heyday in 1880s boosted 500 residents, a hotel, a company store, an opera house and the blast furnaces and kilns needed to turn ore into pig iron.