Hahaha, if you weren't in New Zealand I'd swear I was a member of that club once too.

Backpack, quart of fuel, chicken stick, fuel bulb, very basic tools, a single 40 size plane and a 20+ minute walk. What my best friend and I get is a little bit of heaven. No club, no bosses, no rules, no people, and a mile square or more of almost perfectly smooth private flying field. Now all we need is lawn chairs and a big umbrella. Paradise.