Mountain Gazette is one of those media…things… that only long-time fans really know about, with a long and colorful history. A kind of Village Voice of the outdoors, the first incarnation of the magazine was about mountains and for “mountain people”; a lifestyle magazine for those who weren’t interested in either coast, let alone cities, let alone New York. 

Like many magazines, the Gazette succumbed to economic forces and shuttered. Twice. Until Mike Rogge, a journalist and film producer, and more important than that, an avid skier, purchased the archives and the rights at a bar in Denver. The deal was drawn up on a napkin and consummated with a beer. 

Mostly he bought it because it was there.

Rogge felt the media, specifically what he calls the outdoor media, was broken. Especially the advertising model. And he had grown tired of the arcane and opaque revenue streams of the digital world. So he decided to do his own thing. He rejected those models, and plowed into print. 

And he went big. Literally. The result is a magazine that is a success in every sense of the word: aesthetically; editorially; and financially. It’s a black diamond in a magazine world that often feels like a series of bunny slopes. 

But Mike Rogge and Mountain Gazette have proven something: you can have your mountain and ski it too.