Immediately in Yellowstone, like barely a couple yards. Notice: minimal snow.
Heading into higher elevations.
Snow, through some very high pass. I had doubted about the gate being closed, thinking all, "Whateves, I've driven several times on Interstate 81 through blizzards on the way to Canada." This was a similar snow-situation, though I-81 is not on the edge of a mountain, which does add a bit more interest to the drive. And instead of my trusty Green Car, I had some sort of weak-engined rental Dodge-thing.
To the right, you can kind of see the edge of the snow drift that needed to be cleared in order for cars to drive through. It was Death-Star trench quality.