I spent a couple of months at Cold Bay one weekend.

Not my favorite Alaskan adventure.
We all have our risk tolerance level--mine's different from yours and the next guy's. "What? Single engine with only 180hp in the Colorado mountains? Why, I wouldn't do it with less than 300hp." "You do IFR single engine? You're crazy! I wouldn't do it with less than 2 engines." "You're not really going to land there, are you? Why, that's not even paved!" "You're not really going to land at Salt Lake City International, are you? Isn't that a Class B? Do they really allow little airplanes to land there?" Or to bring it current as I searched for a spot between hundreds of boats on Lake Union in Seattle a couple of weeks ago, I might have said to my instructor, "You don't expect me to land down there, do you? I only have 3 hours of seaplane time so far!"
I've lost track which year, but 3 or 4 years ago I was camped at the South 40 (North Fond du Lac) at OSH, when a Mooney taxied into the row behind mine with an odd tail number. After he'd unloaded, I went to visit and help. His tail number was from Holland!
And he'd flown to OSH from Holland! His whole back seat area was one huge gas tank bag. Only 4 legs: Holland to Greenland to Newfoundland to OSH. Guessing, this guy was about 60 years old, not a huge risk taker--but he'd taken a risk I'd never even consider dreaming about let alone doing.
So I'm not about to second guess others' risk tolerance. I know my own, and to some, I'm a horrible risk taker; to others, I'm a namby pamby. But for me it's just right. I hope for others, theirs is just right, too.
Prayers for the family--it's got to be tough losing both father and son at the same time.
Cary