Huatulco is a walk on Mexico’s wild side
The river rippled c a lmly in front of us, but we could hear the thunder of the rapids ahead. "Everybody dowwwn!" our guide bellowed in his thick accent, a command to pull our paddles from the water and crouch onto the floor of our rubber raft. No way we would stay upright on these rapids, I feared, thankful for the helmet strapped to my head. When I could finally see the swirling current, tumbling and slamming into boulders just ahead, I took a deep breath. Waves of warm water washed over us. Our boat spun and ricocheted, sending us twirling between the tall pines and lush mountain jungle. I couldn't help but blurt out a squeal. This was my kind of Mexico vacation. I had always been tempted to try the popular seaside destinations that we northerners escape to each winter. Every time Facebook friends posted a palm-tree-laden photo on a sub-zero day at home in Minneapolis where I live, I buried my jealousy under a down blanket. But I remembered how I get bored lying on...