A Look Back at Our Trip to Magat Dam in Isabela

Some memories stay with us not because they were extraordinary, but because of how they made us feel. My first visit to Magat Dam in Ramon, Isabela, is one of those memories. It happened in 1998, long before smartphones and travel blogging, when experiences were preserved not in photos but in stories we carried with us. Looking back today, I realize that this quiet trip became one of the milestones that marked my journey into adulthood.

A Look Back at Our Trip to Magat Dam in Isabela

A homecoming to Santiago City


Santiago City, Isabela, 1998: A few weeks after my high school graduation, my father took me on a vacation to Santiago City, my birthplace. Although we had moved to Nueva Ecija when I was four years old, Santiago would always feel like home in one way or another.

Our last visit had been four years earlier, making this trip feel like a proper homecoming before I entered another chapter of my life as a college student.

I was excited to see familiar places again—the road where we used to spend entire afternoons playing as children, the old houses where relatives and friends welcomed us every summer, and the school grounds that once felt like the biggest playground in the world.

As nostalgic as all those places were, there was one destination I looked forward to the most: Magat Dam.

My Ninong had promised to take us there. He owned several fish pens in the reservoir where he raised tilapia commercially. I also learned that the Magat Hydroelectric Power Plant supplied a significant portion of Luzon's electricity, making the dam one of the country's most important infrastructure projects.

Visiting Magat Dam for the first time


Located in Ramon, Isabela, Magat Dam is less than an hour's drive from Santiago City. The day finally came, and my Ninong picked us up early in the morning.

Even from a distance, the dam looked majestic. It was the largest man-made structure I had ever seen. Standing there, I found it difficult to imagine how something built by human hands could contain such an enormous volume of water. It almost felt like a quiet challenge against nature itself.

Behind the massive concrete wall stretched the vast Magat Reservoir, its calm waters extending toward the distant mountains. Everything felt bigger than I had imagined.

Today, I know that Magat Dam serves two important purposes. Aside from generating hydroelectric power, it also provides irrigation to thousands of hectares of farmland across Northern Luzon. But back then, I was simply a teenager amazed by the sheer size of the place.

A boat ride to the fish pens


Our destination wasn't the dam itself but the fish pens floating in the middle of the reservoir.

Fish pens at Magat Dam

We boarded a small boat and headed across the calm waters. The ride wasn't very long, but I remember enjoying the peaceful scenery. Away from the noise of the city, the only sounds were the gentle hum of the boat and the occasional splash of water.

When we arrived, I saw rows of floating fish pens connected by narrow bamboo walkways. Workers were busy throwing fish food into the water, and within seconds, hundreds of tilapia surfaced, creating ripples across the reservoir.

At the center of the enclosure stood a simple bahay kubo. It wasn't much, but it provided welcome shade from the midday heat. Getting there, however, was another story. The only way across was the bamboo walkway.

It looked sturdy enough, but I couldn't stop looking at the dark water beneath my feet. The bamboo was slightly slippery, and every careful step made me even more nervous. I was convinced I would lose my balance and fall into the reservoir.

Looking back now, I probably crossed that short walkway much slower than everyone else.

Lunch in the middle of the reservoir


Once everyone had settled in, we caught fresh fish, grilled them over charcoal, and enjoyed one of the simplest yet most memorable lunches I've ever had.

There was nothing fancy about it; just freshly grilled tilapia and rice, plus the good company of the people whom we had not seen for a long time.

Most of the afternoon was spent listening to Tatay and Ninong catch up. The stories flowed effortlessly, interrupted only by bursts of laughter. Although years had passed since they had regularly seen each other, their friendship remained exactly the same.

Then again, they had been best friends since high school. Watching them made me realize that some friendships simply refuse to fade with time.

By mid-afternoon, we packed our things and prepared to leave. Traveling across the reservoir after dark wasn't advisable, so we headed back before sunset.

By the time we reached home, the sky had already begun to change colors.

Looking Back


For many years, I struggled to explain why this trip remained so vivid in my memory. Nothing extraordinary happened. There were no thrilling adventures, no dramatic moments, and no life-changing discoveries. It was simply a day spent with family.

And yet, as I look back today, it feels like one of those quiet moments that marked the end of childhood. Perhaps it was because I had just graduated from high school. Perhaps it was because I was about to leave home again for college.

Or perhaps it was because that day reminded me that the best memories are often made during the ordinary moments we never think to photograph.

I don't remember every detail about Magat Dam anymore. I couldn't tell you how wide the reservoir looked or exactly how long our boat ride lasted. 

But I still remember my fear of crossing the bamboo walkway. I still remember the taste of freshly grilled tilapia. I still remember the laughter shared between Tatay and Ninong. Those are the memories that stayed with me.

And somehow, when I think about that quiet afternoon in Magat Dam, I can't help but feel that it quietly marked my own passage into adulthood.

About Magat Dam


Magat Dam is located in Ramon, Isabela, approximately 40 to 50 kilometers from Santiago City. It is one of the largest dams in the Philippines and serves two important functions: generating hydroelectric power for Luzon and providing irrigation to thousands of hectares of agricultural land in Cagayan Valley. The reservoir is also home to floating fish pens that support local aquaculture, particularly tilapia farming.

Frequently Asked Questions


Where is Magat Dam located?


Magat Dam is located in the municipality of Ramon in the province of Isabela, about an hour's drive from Santiago City.

Why is Magat Dam important?


The dam supplies irrigation water to farms in Northern Luzon and generates hydroelectric power that contributes to Luzon's electricity supply.

Can tourists visit Magat Dam?


Yes. Visitors can stop at the viewing areas and admire the reservoir, although access to certain operational facilities may be restricted.

What fish are commonly raised in Magat Reservoir?


Tilapia is one of the most common fish cultivated in floating fish pens throughout the reservoir.

When is the best time to visit Magat Dam?


The dry season generally offers clearer skies and better views of the reservoir, making it an ideal time for sightseeing.

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Ivan On The Move

Hi, I'm Daddy Ivan, aka Ivan On The Move / Dad On The Move, a blogger since 2006. I'm a family travel and dad blogger in the Philippines. I write about traveling with kids, kid-friendly restaurants, the joys of fatherhood, the ups and downs of modern parenting, and autism awareness and acceptance. In my blog, you will find tips for traveling families in the Philippines, as well as stories about special needs parenting. I'm also an author, having written and published a travel book called "Select Travel Stories from the Different Regions of the Philippines." I was also part of an international book project called "100 Men On Becoming A Dad" where I shared my very own fatherhood story. As one of the dad influencers in the Philippines, I like to share photo updates & stories on social media.

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