From the Tatras to the Canadian frontier.

My father left Košice in 1979 with a metallurgist's hands and an engineer's conscience. He worked the U.S. Steel satellite mills of Eastern Slovakia before crossing the Atlantic—not for opportunity, but for space to build without compromise.

He settled in Toronto when the construction boom demanded infrastructure faster than the city could provide it. Rivers Engineering was born in a modest Scarborough workshop—drafting structural supports by day, pouring foundations by weekend. The company grew the only way he knew: through the quality of the pour, not the speed of it.

That ethos is our inheritance. We approach every commission—whether a hydroelectric dam in the Kootenays or a seismic retrofit in Montréal—as if our family name were cast into the concrete.