Wilber, Michigan, isn’t a town, though about 700 people live there.
I’m a transplant, but I think my soul has always been here—my body just took many years to catch up. My husband, Bryan (aka Bry), however, is part of the local fiber, having grown up just down the dirt road from where we currently live. Bry knows every “crick,” trail, back road, local family, ole lore, shortcut, trick and thing there is to know about this area.
Wilber is a township mostly made up of forest and farms. You won’t find any apartments or condos here. There are no stores, gas stations or banks—nope, not even a post office, though we have a township hall and one church.
Here you will find a sense of community, family, tradition and…