I'll start out with one simple, cliché statement: Delamar is well worth the visit. The ruins look and feel so much different than most other Nevada ghost towns; in fact as I came around the bend and into the the site it bore to mind the ancient, hoary ruins of Ancient Greece - there are a great number of stone foundations, often built very close together, and scattered over a surprisingly large area.
Delamar may not have survived the traditional bonanza/borrasca cycle, but it is a jewel of Nevada history. Gold was first discovered here in 1889 (the year my grandfather was born, by the way...the more you know) and a camp by the name of Ferguson was established. Five years later the holdings were acquired by Joseph Raphael De Lamar who, of course, named the town after himself.
The ruins are extensive, and it is most remiss that I didn't spend more time at the site. It is worse that my camera was on its last legs. Still, it would be more remiss if I didn't share what I have, so without further ramblings I'll just put up all the purdy pictures.
Also nearby is the site of Helene. Between the two towns is a quaint little cemetery (beyond this point the road into Delamar gets a little "blue," so be forwarned when making the trek lest ye find the need to hitch a burro to pull off of a boulder.
Happy traveling!
