The Sage of Biscayne Bay 69 a public park, since it was considered one of the finest collections of sub-tropical flora in the world. The Simpsons were in favor of the Rotary Club's intentions, but for reasons unknown the idea appar- ently did not pass the suggestion stage. As late as 1944, the city of Miami considered purchasing the entire Simpson property and turning it into a park, but the plans fell through.34 Of the private gardens, his and those of the other significant plant explorers and naturalists of this early period, only the Kampong, the Fairchild estate in Coconut Grove, is still intact and is open to the public for special guided tours. Simpson was fifty-three when he finally settled into Florida for good. Tall and slender, he was distinguished-looking, with a white moustache and beard, except for his style of dress, typically old outdoor clothes. In Miami U.S.A., Helen Muir describes Simpson "wearing his faded khaki trousers, torn shirt and canvas shoes, car- rying a stained bamboo staff, conducting a 'wading trip' to Big Cypress Swamp for nearly one hundred embryonic botanists."" The reader of his South Florida nature books, knowing Simpson as a tireless, nonstop explorer, can easily imagine how he would have looked. In a letter written to a friend in 1929, Simpson noted: I probably have made a hundred trips to the lower part of the state and the Keys; have repeatedly tramped the latter from Key Largo to Key West. Sometimes I carried a little tent and about as often went without, camping out alone, have been eaten with swarms of insects, have almost frozen and then been burned with heat. Once I went 38 hours without food and have almost perished with thirst. But there was a charm, an enticement about it all and I could never give it up.6 Then there was the scorn of various locals Conchs (water people) and Crackers (inland dwellers), who took him for a dangerous desperado instead of a famished and exhausted naturalist and denied him food or shelter. Nixon Smiley told the story of how Simpson was once almost arrested as a vagrant when he returned to Miami at the end of an exploring trip, tired and dirty, with an old canvas bag of plants and shells over his shoulder.37 'The Old Man' divided his energies between gardening at the Sentinels and exploring the wilds, somehow getting himself indoors to work with his collection of over 10,000 shells, which was kept on the