My topo map identifies this as a city park, but most references say state park. Here's the only description I could find online: "This 36-acre park was donated to the State of Rhode Island in 1929 as a memorial to Peter Randall, one of Rhode Island's earliest settlers, by two of his direct descendants, Ellen Randall Appleby and Josephine Angell Lee. The foundations of old farm buildings still exist within the park."
The path begins with a steepish hill, after which the walk is pie-like in its easiness. The site is used alternately by partiers and Boy Scouts. You can tell which one used it last by whether it's spotless or covered in beer cans and burned homework assignments. I try to pick up a bit when I'm there and cut the Scouts some slack.
I buy mixed world coins by the pound, which is an inexpensive way to get hold of many different and interesting coins. I never run across anything of real value, but often find beautiful designs from exotic places. For every unusual coin I find, I get stuck with a pile that are...pretty usual. I'm up to my elbows in Turkish lira, Portuguese escudos, Romanian whotsits, Bolivian hoo-has, pennies with Old Queen Lumpy of Boringovia on them, various flavors of centimes, kroner, shekels and rupees. Coins like this, that aren't worth anything more than their face value, are called "lunch money" by coin collectors.
So...Steal My Lunch Money. C'mon, I can't buy more until I get rid of these. Maybe they'll mean more to you than they do to me. Don't bother sticking to a coin theme -- I'm trying to lose some coins here. You needn't trade for them, just take a few. You have my personal guarantee they ain't worth diddly. Let me know if they run low or develop weathering issues. Plenty more where that came from